[Squirrel's burning aches don't seem to have any intention to lessen, and neither does the sensation of being feverish... whether she actually is or not. She could call Eleiridin to ask, but the thought doesn't occur to her: something else has her attention.
The swirling wisps in her mind... they're not a hallucination, a result of being in pain, or even a dizzy spell. They are... memories. She can't relive them like her own, even if she closes her eyes and squints as hard as she can... but she knows they are. And within those memories, there are strange words. They sound important, so they probably are. While contemplating that, she noticed she already knew some of the words; not because she knew what they meant, but because she had already spoken them, in ignorance and fear. Faas, Ru, Maar, Wuld, Nah, Kest; and now Fus, Ro, Dah. Are these the words Dragonborn use to shout? Why does she know them now? Is this was Lurendil was talking about? Can she... use them too?
She clutches the cold amulet through her shirt, and focuses, trying to grasp one of the groups of words. Yes, there is one... it seems harmless. Why not? She's not going to be doing anything else, for a while. She breathes in, and with a firmness she didn't know her vocal cords could summon...]
Laas Yah Nir.
[When her eyes open, a strange, red light is emanating from her body, as well as from beyond the walls, and even further, in shapes that look like people walking the streets, and of course, from Ann, but the elytra has suddenly started screeching-]
[Squirrel finds herself in a slightly different position; while she couldn't bump anywhere, and her tongue is thankfully intact this time, her throat burns more than ever, and her head hurts. She whines, sighs, and weakly pushes her free hand back down the mattress.]
I'm not doing that again...
[Ann chirps accusingly and grabs her fingers, to encourage her person to keep up that resolution.]
