Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

Kendra looked over Cicero. At least her curiosity was willing to give another try at plants, especially toxic ones, they would help her later in life if fighting didn't work she could always kill them in a silent way.

The girl nodded shortly. "I will come to you tomorrow then," she spoke, now she just needed to process all that happened. She had gone through a lot lately and she had a lot to think about, to even figure out herself. She rather wanted to do that alone and in silence. Perhaps in her mother's keep.

You can wrap it up! :3

"Tomorrow," he confirmed with a nod and then he slipped into the shadows, away from Kendra, once more. He would find her the next day, and in the meantime ponder all that she had told him. He wondered if she could ever be fixed, but then, could any of them ever be? What words would calm her and what words would only provoke her further? He was not so sure, for she was predictable only in the sense that she would be unpredictable. Cicero settled by Damien's side with a sigh after cleaning up his chest, not speaking a word of what'd transpired between him and his sister that day.