i lost "my" lydia to a giant just outside of whiterun (you know, that camp they have there nearby). i thought she'd be up to the challenge by then, but i guess i was wrong. when i happen to be around, i go pay a visit to the place. it is, after all, her burial ground. now that i think of it, why not bring her some flowers and lay them next to her next time i go..
i was so shocked (and by that i mean, not moved at all, nor actually surprised) by such a premature death, that i decided not to let anyone else join me in my quests ever again. till i was done helping that priestess of azura, that is. then i was like: after all the trouble these stupid daedric quests caused me, why not accept something out of it when i get the chance?
turned out that wasn't such a good decision after all. so RIP aranea, slashed to death by a skeleton in the very first cave we went clearing together, right after i let you join me. just btw, seems like she was the last priestess of possibly the only one bearable daedra of all. i'm starting to feel guilty here.
also, a mournful tought goes to the countless innocent steeds that went.. er, amiss.. while accompanying me through all those hard mountain passes, battered by blinding snow storms and so full of tricky, steep precipes.. yes, i like to blame that on the bad weather and inhospitableness of the surroundings.