He's going to try to be better about returning. Remembering where he's going, remembering how he's been living, that sort of thing. That's why he's back now, carrying a bundle of dried herbs. Despite all the screaming in his head, Cobalt knows damn well that these plants serve a purpose, and he's going to make good on his promise to be the healer he thinks he can be. After all, he's maxxed that skill a few times to the point that dragonborn perks keep rolling over.

And people say Alchemy sucks.

He stops near the border to scratch something out of his brain, some sound that keeps reverberating, and that's when he sees her. "Oh. Hey, Raisa." Is he supposed to call her by a title? He doesn't know. The buzzing gets louder, so he scratches deeper and then full-body shakes until it goes back a bit more.

"Seen anything on the border? I've heard the Oblivion Crisis ended, but you know, I'm sure they stranded a few daedra back here. Or maybe one of the gates is stuck open?" BUZZ. INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE. "No, wait, that doesn't make lore sense, sorry." He shakes his head again. "Anyway, no vampires, right?"