Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

Cicero let out a strained sigh when Potema arrived on the scene. Everything moved in slow motion to him, and he didn't even know how long or short it'd been that he and Damien had stood there before she arrived. He turned his head towards her, feeling as though he did it slowly but in fact moving it with a sharp incline. A smile that was playful and nearly goofy in a way split his face as he looked between his brother and sister. "Cicero has everything under control," he said, words directed mostly at Damien, for it looked from Potema's face that she wasn't concerned one bit, knowing that he knew his dosages. "It will pass on its own eventually."