Blackfeather Woods revival

He looked at her as she pointed at her chest, but he had no other answers to her than what he had already shared. "Relmyna," he said. Her past was hazy to him, he did not remember... "Cicero does not remember what Sheogorath has done, or who Relmyna used to be." If anything else. He only remembered something had happened for when he looked at her things were hazy but filled with some sort of oddly delightful madness. The kind that you find yourself laughing at but know that others would look weirdly upon your delight and laughter of the situation. Guilty pleasure, but he did not know why, and felt he must not feel delighted by it.

After a long pause he added: "But he is sorry for whatever darkness Sheogorath has inflicted." Now what would happen? Where would Relmyna go? "Is your voice lost forever?" he wondered aloud, too afeared to look too closely or inspect to find out himself... but maybe she knew the answer.