Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

He sat back to think over the questions his siblings asked. The game was easy to catch onto even though he had missed Cicero's invitation: they were playing 21 Questions, or something like that. As Cicero tried to answer Maegi's questions, the dwarf's eyes roved over the marks on Cicero's pale shoulders, the ones Euron mentioned a beat later. The spider was nothing to him—a scar long since misshapen by time and growth, and though he thought such blemishes to be lovely, Ramsay didn't want it—but the red pawprint drew his attention like it did Euron's.

Once Euron asked his question and before Ramsay could ask what had to be done to get the red print, Cicero's next big revelation came. It was no such thing to Ramsay, as Cicero had already baldly told him he was their father, so he was completely unfazed by the news. Maegi's adverse reaction was much more of a shock to him than the news itself; he screwed up his face in distress as Maegi lost her cool, then departed. He rose and took several steps after her with a worried call of, "Maegs!" but ultimately didn't go after her. Whatever bothered her so much about Cicero being her dad, he would talk to her about later.

Ramsay didn't truly know what an uncle was, nor that Potema and Cicero were siblings, and even if he did, he was unlikely to understand why that was a bad thing, or what it had to do with his sister's paw and his spine.

He swung back around to Euron and Cicero, confusion plain on his face, but when he piped up, it was to voice the incredibly cryptic, "you scared?" He was remembering Indra when he asked that, and how disgusted she was when he kicked the severed paw, and how she said she was scared of the woods and what they did to others. Ramsay wasn't scared, and his question was whether or not he ought to be.