Blackfeather Woods let darkness consume

Potema seemed pleased by one thing or another, and indicated that she was fine. Sheogorath smiled mildly when Potema asked him how his wounds were healing, and he nodded. "Mine weren't as bad as Damien's. They're doing well." Sheogorath felt a pang of desire to be close to Damien as he mentioned his brother's name. A slither of lust that touched him softly and whispered in his ear. But he ignored it, for now, for he was with his sister.

His lip curled agressively as he thought back to the cause of the wounds, the violence, the fights. "I'm glad that bastard Grimnir is gone, so you can be safe again." They had done well to remove him. Sheogorath could almost taste his blood again, and he found himself lusting for the fight.