This one is looking for an easy recipe with fiber to help her friend Marcus. Apparently his digestion was stalled yesterday after eating some dessert saltrice porridge with cheese, brown sugar and marshmerrow. What are some easy foods that are wholesome to eat to quicken one's digestion again? We are returning to Solstheim at the end of the week, so they cannot be ones that take too long.

This one thanks you for your help. Enclosed is a pot of moon sugar (the less potent kind) to spice up your cooking.

Sincerely,

Kha'trina, Archmage of the College of Winterhold

Dear Kha'trina,

I would try a pinch of ground trama root stirred into hackle-lo stew, which is a traditional Dunmeri dish for poor Marcus'...problem. Add wholegrain saltrice and/or a small mashed ash yam (with skin on) to cooking hackle-lo thicken it up and season with whatever you wish!

How are you and Miraak? How is the baby? And your friends?

- Kha’trina

We're all doing quite well and I'm glad to hear that you're doing well also, I'm tired but that's to be expected. I'm learning new things about pregnancy everyday. Miraak's gotten quite protective over the baby and myself, he doesn't tend to let anyone but Erandur touch the baby.

I'd recommend finding Erandur first, that way if dorian or anyone else needs healing there's an experienced healer available.

Arrived in the village of Markwasten Moor last night, safely.

To distract myself from my little skin problem, yesterday afternoon I asked Kha'trina about restoration magic as we trailed behind my cart up a particularly steep and rocky stretch of road a few miles from the village following a breakfast of hot oatmeal. In response, I was questioned as to what exactly I wished to know.

"If lesser healing potions can cure withdrawal symptoms, and weaker healing spells can make wounds heal a tiny bit faster," I said, panting, "couldn't the greater ones do things like regenerate severed body parts?"

"In theory, yes," said the Khajiit, deftly making her way up the incline in spite of the flowing robes swishing around her feet. I had to remind myself that her tail waving in front of me was not a climbing rope. "Only the potions of ultimate healing that this one has used, which were very expensive and crafted by alchemists in large cities, have only gone so far as to instantly close up wounds." The Archmage turned to face me, walking up the slope backwards. What alertness and coordination, to do that! "Supposedly," she continued, "if a great mage of the likes of the legenday Divayth Fyr - or Lord Neloth of House Telvanni, who this one has met and... respects (he is quite odd) - were to craft a healing potion, they might have the knowledge to make it do what you asked about. But alas! such a thing does not currently exist."

I sighed and thanked her for the information; I would have said more, only the sweat dripping down me stung in this summer heat, so I focused on waddling up the road until we arrived at our destination.