Blackfeather Woods shambles

Cicero watched her as many thoughts were dancing in her head, but he did not know what any of them were. He tilted his head as she clamped her mouth shut and turned away from him. Was she embarrassed for what she had done, perhaps? He did not feel she needed to be. He was merely curious. Wanted the information. Wanted to know if it had worked at all.

"It wasn't critique," he shared and he shook his head, though she could not see. "But Cicero is not blind. He can see it is hard to claw out of a dark pit once one has fallen in." And her pit was particularly dark and deep right now. He turned away from her and halted once more in the entrance to Wolfskull, waiting if she would come out of her trance. If not, he would turn away and depart, for now.