Blackfeather Woods broken shards

He received nothing but apathy when he arrived. The past months he had thought much about letting her go but he felt she must get to her strengths again first. He wondered what others would think but then, he did not care for them much. Everything was broken, anyway. He had been occupied with tending after Damien, distracted, had nearly forgotten about her in his time. Relmyna had tended after her though on the countless days that Cicero spent with his brother.

She might waste away if he would not lead her from the maze of the Woods now, though there was little parts of Cicero that actually cared. It was more the lack of usefulness to have her waste away and die here than feeling he must salvage her life. "Given up?" he asked her, his voice void of emotion though not cold. He was used to the fact she could not gauge him now so he did not expect a senseful answer.