Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

She didn't agree with the other, after all she felt stronger, more closed off and away from others. The girl just let the woman across from her talk. Her pale eyes lost her innocence. It was gone now. The quirky girl that would be so happy about plants was far away, she was different. She was alone. Her eyes were glazed over, which was all pure mentally. The pain of losing all that was dear was so much that the wound didn't hurt.

It did limit her movement she realized as she followed Potema. Her adrenaline of the fight was gone. She followed but she didn't want to go to the keep, it reminded her of her mother she never knew. Of her brother when she gave him a purple paw print, and of her father who was not pleased she played with the Dark Brotherhood ink. Potema was going to treat her now. Like that was going to heal her, not.