Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

She touched the plant with only a nail, avoiding the uncomfortable touch that it would surely lead. He had estimated her wrongly, he thought; he'd have thought her lust for the pain would outweigh her stubbornness and eagerness to be top dog.

But while she had won the argument — for he wasn't going to contest it — she had lost on a whole different scale. Sheogorath looked faux-disappointed and said, "Apparently it does nothing, then. What a shame, I must have been wrong." There was a glimmer in his eye that betrayed the lie in his words, one that dared her to admit she needed him — or he may never introduce her to the world of pain touching this to a fresh wound would give.