Blackfeather Woods slow motion

It will, was the last words she said before she turned, away from him. She was unable to look at him anymore without her head hurting. She tried time and time again to remember if she had noticed a difference in Cicero's mannerisms before, enough to suggest that it wasn't Cicero. She wondered if Cicero was aware of Sheogorath as much as Sheogorath was aware of Cicero. She wondered if the self-inflicted wounds were one of their ways of lashing out against the other. Her mind spun, the idea of a separate personality being within her brother's body still too much for her to grasp. She curled up around her children, her eyes not closing but staring ahead at a random point, mind racing until she eventually drifted off to sleep.