[i]The wounded woman did not speak, she couldn’t, though the Khajiit did not know that. She could hear him and his music, though at first she was completely confused. She thought him perhaps a moron to be playing music for her, until she realized that some of the bleeding was slowing, and the pain was beginning to abate, albeit slowly. It soon became clear that perhaps the Khajiit needed to do a little more than hope his magic instrument would work.[/i]