Elle nodded slowly, looking away again at the fire. She was aware the path she had chosen was extremely dangerous, and she was going to have to be very careful. That made her all the more grateful for Nil's companionship. She wouldn't be able to do this without him. [color=00B2EE]"Ivarstead,"[/color] she said, [color=00B2EE]"I read a recount of someone's pilgrimage up the steps. The bottom is in Ivarstead,"[/color] she explained. She wasn't sure how far it was from Whiterun or even how to get there or what to expect along the way. There was so much that she didn't know, for all the reading she did, and that frightened her. But the only way to shed some light on the chaos and murk of everything she had just been presented with, she knew she would have to approach the Greybeards first. She was glad to have Nil as a voice of reason, that was for sure.

She stood up once again and looked over at him. [color=00B2EE]"We can ask for directions and what to watch out for tomorrow. For now, we should probably get some rest," [/color]she said, doing her best to stifle a yawn. As exhausted as she was and as much as she wanted to do nothing but sleep, there was a part of her that was worried that she would be plagued by nightmares throughout the night. If they had been bad before, now she had a dragon inside her head. Or, something like that. She wasn't sure how the whole 'absorbing' a soul thing really worked. Trapping one in a soul gem, sure, but inside of a person? It was unheard of.