Felix stays locked in concentration for a minute, oblivious to the outside world. There is something there, the echo of an otherworldly hand guiding the spell, an adamantine intent piercing the barrier between planes. That can't have been easy: the cleanness and the lack of obvious fallout speaks to the power of the being behind it. And that narrows the field of candidates right down. It's Daedric, for sure, but not one he recognises right off the mark. Nothing like Clavicus Vile's carelessness, Azura's subtlety or Vaermina's creeping horror. Instead there's ferocity of a kind he hasn't seen before, pure and white-hot, like a cleansing flame.

He holds the sensation in his mind as he lets go, only vaguely aware of his hand transmitting an 'ow' back to the brain. Come on, come on: it's too obvious for Mephala, too harmless for Dagon; it sure as the Void isn't Sanguine's doing...

"Ah..." She's probably not going to like this. "Just - you said you weren't trying to teleport when you got here, right? And, uh- you are mortal, aren't you? Human?"