Blackfeather Woods shambles

Cicero nodded when she asked if there were two, wanting to say 'in a way', but she continued on to ask if they were twins. "No," he answered without emotion to his voice or face. Cicero felt sorry for her, in a way, but he had noted that his empathic abilities were swallowed up the longer he lived his life, and now all he felt was numb, except when he was in pain. Especially without Damien there to ground him and what had happened with Potema and Sheogorath, he felt he had nothing left to live for and his already reckless urges were stronger now.

"You should eat," said Cicero. "I will ask Relmyna to bring you something later." He doubted that she really cared for his food. "Do you want Cicero to look at the leg?" Cicero remained still, not taking steps towards her yet in case she would be against it. He was not sure yet what he would do now, but for now, he thought it best to fix her leg and then guide her away once she was better. She did not deserve this and although he had little compassion or feelings at all left in his battered and numb mind, there was something tugging beneath the surface that compelled him to change the situation. For now she was in no position to run though.