Blackfeather Woods I remember there was mist...

It was lucky that Potema had survived the assault, Cicero thought; it was perhaps that thought that made Potema so strong in overcoming the pain. It looked like she would be good, after careful healing. Cicero watched as his sister took the mushrooms and started eating them. It was convenient that their mother knew much of healing plants and mushrooms so that she could transfer her knowledge to her children, although the dark side of medicine was what interested Cicero most.

When Potema asked for Damien, Cicero smiled and rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "Who knows. Damien is always off doing things." Cicero could not empathise that it might make Potema sad that Damien hadn't visited, because he had never been in Potema's situation. Besides, Damien was Damien. Always late, always busy with his own stuff, but he didn't have a bad heart. He'd come round to visit sooner or later. "Damien will come round eventually. Until then Potema will have to do with Cicero." Cicero sat down while he watched Potema eat the mushrooms. Perhaps Damien had not visited because he knew Potema would be alright and until she was, she could not be the subject of playfights. Well... They were all getting a little old for playfights, in Cicero's opinion, anyway. But maybe that was because Damien was always the one beating him up.