Blackfeather Woods Piragua

She startled at first when he started to groom her fur and he stopped a moment. Sheogorath looked at Potema as she uttered a quick apology and moved closer again, and when she was close enough he continued on his path. A thing that had been normal when they were little, to groom and help each other, but now there was something a little bit different, at least for Sheogorath.

He listened to the story she told of Ganondorf. He knew little details of anything that'd happened, admittedly not having seen Ganondorf in a while. Not really, at least, not enough to know what went on in his mind or life. "Do you know what happened to make this change?" Sheogorath asked, pausing the grooming a moment. After speaking he looked thoughtfully at Potema. "I mean, I can't imagine a child raised with the Night Mother wakes up one day to call the Gods..." He paused, not really wanting to say it; "... Worthless."