"You call the artifact of your bloodline a trinket. A small wonder how far removed you are from them." Where he is blowing steam, she is not. The hairs on her neck are standing on edge, hands fisted at her sides. "Akatosh has no bearing here, only these Initiative fools. And if you think that He has guided you to me..." The very idea alone is enough to make her want to spit.

How dare you. "Septim bloodline or not, I don't need any charity you want to provide for me." Never has, never will, and any fool who believes otherwise can get a blade shoved into their belly. "Go find another task to occupy yourself with. It's not going to be me."