"Do not—" Martin closes the distance in a single stride, ice blue eyes shaking in pain and wrath as his fingers grasp her chin as she did his, "—presume you have the right to talk about my family. Do not think the title of dragonborn means nothing simply because we're not in Tamriel."

He loses his grasp on her, wincing as his shoulder protests the rough motion. "Fine, you don't need my charity. If that is what you think this is, then I cannot help you."

"Let us see how long you will last, Dovahkiin. Let us pray the call of your blood won't consume you, as it did me."