[His head turns immediately at a voice both familiar and dear. If it isn't one of his favourite students.]

Lok, Thu'um, Dovahkiin. [And there's a distinct pleasure in his words, in the very taste of them.] Zu lost neh pruzaan. Ahrk hin mindok wahl.

[He must incline his head a little at her remark, admitting the truth of it.] It was... voprodah, unexpected to be entangled in these games of mortals. But perhaps not as strange as it seems.