Witch's Marsh Oh [m]y God, she looks so helpless, and her body's saying: "Hell yes."

She listened, quiet, as Xan explained his departure. They were still tied, though Potema no longer felt the sweet afterglow anymore. All she could feel was quiet panic as Xan described his abuse. Her ears flattened against her head, trying to rule out the obvious. It would not be his father. Was it Miraak? She did not know much about her uncle, nor his...preferences. Who was it? She asked, almost terrified of the answer. Because the answer would be one of her relatives; either one of her brothers, or her uncle, and that frightened her.