Blackfeather Woods If I had a heart

She was glad that Seff was improving, growing in the ways of the Woods and the Brotherhood that resided in them. Qilaq's disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed by the priestess, as recent as it was. It upset her, after nursing the girl to health that she would vanish into thin air, but she quietly let it pass. Seff was the focus of her attention now; the four-month old had dogged her every step, watching as she made poultices and hexes, following her as she gathered herbs. Soon enough she would see which of Nemesis' litter would be a potential apprentice was, but they had barely opened their eyes. Nemesis' sister was not due for another month or so, but still, Potema wanted more. She wanted to ensure that the Dark Brotherhood would grow past her and remain a staple of Teekon Wilds. They had to.

It wasn't surprising to her that Damien thought the same. She looked up from her current project, blinking at the dark form that stalked through the Keep in search of her. She walked away from the herbs, towards her brother, looking expectantly at him. He had a plan, didn't he?