Blackfeather Woods Nocturne

There is a soft sigh of relief as Kotake begins to vomit up the vile poison crippling her stomach. But just as she leans forward to sooth her child, she turns to Atshen instead for comfort. Potema looks to Atshen for any sign of smugness in his face, but is glad when he is just as perplexed as she. He explains himself, which does little to calm Potema's suspicions. Who would leave a rotting carcass so close to her children anyway? She nods, seemingly accepting his tale before she turns to her daughter. Kotake, come here, dōna prūmia, She beckons to her.