Terra shrugged Cicero's hand off of hers. She took several breaths and stopped her other hand from reaching for a spell or a blade, right now, for her either would spill the blood she wanted. "Cicero, go back to the Sanctuary," Terra instructed as they walked toward the Skeever. The problem for her was she wasn't sure of anything and unlike Vilkas she did not get the disgust from this man kissing her. She felt true confusion, maybe it had been the situation of the lust from the poison or… She couldn't make excuses for herself, the fact was she was hurting and this man hadn't made her feel betrayed.

Terra looked at Cicero for a moment but anger boiled in her. Her mind was not feeling well. She felt tainted with the blood and events that had occurred. She couldn't stand being near him. If he stayed close to her in that state she could do something she regretted. She didn't need her body outweighing her mind right then. Curse you Farkas… if she had been sure on what he had done meant she could move forward.

"Surely, you jest, Listener," Cicero was bouncing on one foot to the other. He looked weak and desperate for a moment before his persona masked itself again in the act of a madman.

"Go now," Terra growled, "The liberties that you took back there in the middle of that blood bath was not one I…"

"Listener, you did, your heart," Cicero talked with no high pitch whine, it almost sounded like lightening striking around them, he spoke with serious confidence, "The beating of that organ sure spelt it out for me… I could sense it. That burn, urge… they want. We all want. You, me, and all want. You see we are just animals led to slaughter, the difference is what we do before that slaughter…"

"Cicero, go back to the Sanctuary before I finish off the job that I spared you from," Terra said before entering the inn.

"Fine, you tug at the jester's heart, but he will do as he is told," Cicero took off.

Terra didn't see the direction, just heard him run. She straightened herself out and walked in to inform the requestor's that their demands were complete. Terra would send the payment back via a courier.

Exhausted from everything that had happened and payment on its way, Terra went to her place in Solitude. The house was large enough that she would never run into her housecarl. This was good as she was feeling disgusted with everything that happened. She needed to bath; the blood had soaked into her clothing. It almost felt like it was coating her like a scarlet letter telling everyone the wrong she had done. Stripping everything off she threw it all into the fire and watched it burn. Just the feeling of the warmth wash over her nude body was just enough to consider herself partially cleansed. She took that as a sign that maybe she could purify herself if only for a second in the healing waters of the bath.

The bath felt wonderful, her aching body felt rejuvenated with the washing of warm water. The problem for her to be in a bath is that it left her to the silence. When she had no one to talk to this led her to think.

"Ah, Terra," she sighed as she slipped under the water and emerged reluctantly, "You let your mind go to dark corners to dust them and you will end up in a cave of darkness that you will never return from." She washed slowly enjoying the scent from the oils that she had added to the water. Baths were special to Terra, there was a simple explanation. There was safety in baths, one had to be at some of their most venerable to be able to soak, and to be somewhere where she could enjoy in private meant that she had surpassed anything her mother could have done. She was not that sad little girl or that scared teenager. She was a companion, a thief, an assassin and the dovakiin. She was so much more then that little scared child who feared being left on the mountain side struggling to survive, forever waiting for the one.

"Terra?" the voice asked from behind the door.

Terra startled, jumped out of the water. She hadn't expected anyone and especially not the person who owned that voice.

Again the voice came, "Terra please, I heard the water. Your housecarl let me in. Not that she had much… Look Terra we need to talk now." The handle on the door was shaking.

Terra stared mortified and rush to run and lock it, but was met with a man entering her refuge. In her rush to go for the lock she couldn't stop and ended up stumbling into his chest.

Farkas' reflexes were sharp and he had caught her on her fall down to the stone floor, "I will assume that you hadn't meant for that to be unlocked?"

Terra flushed and tore herself away; she rushed to a robe to cover up. "What was so important that you came here?"

"Us," he growled.

"What of us?" Terra tried not to let her heart skip a bit.

"Terra, you know better than that," Farkas tsked at her. "I am not as a fast thinker as my brother, but that does not mean I am a fool."

Terra shrugged, "I never said you were a fool."

Farkas focused hard on her. He seemed to be figuring something out, but as he did his eyes narrowed in focus on her. He was watching her like a predator would watch a dangerous meal. He was sizing her up to see if it was worth continuing. "I want to be cured," he said simply.

"Then I will help you, but that doesn't explain what you are doing here," Terra tried not to shiver from her hair and skin being damp. The warm of the bath was gone when Farkas had opened the door. He was blocking it now so she couldn't make an escape out the opening.