Otatso Wetlands You can break me if that's what you want

When asked about where he was staying, he’d glanced around in order to survey his surroundings. Once he’d realized where he was, he pointed in the direction that he’d come from with his muzzle. “There’s a grove east of here,” the yearling added, having little more to offer aside from that. “There are others there, too.” Several individuals, each one being different from the others. He wasn’t yet sure what to make of most of them, but he’d started to like Sriracha and Ocra, and so leaving was out of the question. Besides, if not with them, where would he stay? He thought of Desna and her home, but disregarded the thought right away. Though the siblings had started to find some sort of level ground with one another, Xan wasn’t so sure he’d ever be able to live with her, and definitely not under her; no matter how much time had passed or how much had happened, that firstborn mentality was still there, lingering within the recesses of his mind.

Looking back towards Miraak, he listened to what was said and then offered a nod of his head, accepting the idea. Though he felt a mixture of concern, anxiety, and perhaps even fear at the thought of getting close to the woods again, some part of him recognized that it was necessary. He’d just have to hope that anyone other than Cicero greeted him at the borders, and then, maybe, he would be okay. “I can do that,” he said, then added, “I will do that.” Despite his hesitance over the thought of visiting the woods, he would do so—for Meldresi.