Blackfeather Woods I remember there was mist...

Fade here?

Potema wandered over to the next tree, dropping the mushrooms in her mouth and sniffing the ones on the tree, trying to distract herself from the trauma she experienced from the attack she forgot. Perhaps it was best that she did forget how it happened, who did it, how it felt. The mind was mercifully strange in choosing what it wanted to remember, and what it acquired in the presence of such trauma. Potema left those thoughts behind as she ripped off another shelf of mushroom and handed it to her brother. "We can bring this back to the infirmary." She said before walking off without a second thought. She had seen the eyes again, behind Cicero. Whether it was his own orange eye that triggered the memory, she did not know, and nor did she care.