Blackfeather Woods shambles

In response to her words, Cicero laughed — a hollow sort of laughter that carried no malice, only genuine amusement. Ah, she forgot that she was the prisoner here and even now, she had a big mouth. Though the predicament she was in was no better than the one he had last found her in. She looked startled by her own words for a moment, and Cicero clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth.

"Did you ever work out those issues you were dealing with when Cicero met you before?" he asked, merely curious. She may not respond or give him another haughty answer, and it was her right to do so, but it was worth the risk to ask it, in case he would get an answer.