Blackfeather Woods shambles

He awoke with a start that morning, after many nightmares. Cicero had never felt so firmly rooted within himself but at the same time he was afraid that he would lose grip on reality once more. He did not remember all of the things he did but he remembered parts of them. The real question in his mind was which of the things he dreamt about were things that Sheogorath had done and which of the things he dreamt about were merely nightmares, figments of his imagination, his fear running wild.

But there was one thing he was fairly sure that he had... Well, maybe two. @Relmyna had found him and of course she had noticed that he was not Sheogorath, but she had showed no more than a few seconds of pause before she retained her subservient nature. He felt guilty even though he did not know what Sheogorath had done to her, but it must be a great pain because of how she looked and how she acted around him. Someone to be feared, someone to be respected.

And the second was the girl, the fiery-hued girl. He only knew she was there because Relmyna had asked him questions about her care. He made his way towards Wolfskull cave today. The look upon his face was not Sheogorath's madman's grin but rather Cicero's neutral disposition. He approached unsure what he would find (and not knowing the girl Relmyna described was @Wildfire, whom he'd met before), but it could not be much worse than the shambles he had returned to — Damien gone mad, likely due to Sheogorath, and Potema, well... He came round the corner, expecting to find her sober for after her leg had been hurt the drugs were not so necessary.