Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

She let the woman stare in awe of the place, her own reaction numb. She had passed this place time and time again, though it shook her to her core whenever she did see it. It reminded herself too much of mother for her to shake.

I'll show you. She led the pregnant woman to the slowly descending slope that led to the Glen's floor, walking slowly downwards. It's rather protected, as you can see. Only one way in and out; unless you want to fall. She gestured casually to the sharp drops above them, knowing that falling over was sure death, or at the very least a broken bone.

She didn't mention the tunnels, for good reason. Malice had no right to be squeezing her way through the Web. Potema reminded herself to block the tunnel from view when she had the chance and prevent Malice and whatever spawn she pushed out would not slip into the heart of Dark Brotherhood territory.