Terra stared at the werewolf that was wary of her. The only thing she could do right now was be herself, "If you are standing here before me, that must mean that you brought all of our supplies with you, 'cause how are we supposed to cure you if you left the item we need back at the inn?"
Farkas stared at her to a long moment. It was as if he was struggling with something in his brain. Soon he made the choice to run from her. In that action Terra knew she would have a long time to be alone with her thoughts. She focused at where he was heading and once he out of sight, she rushed to the area that the dragon priest had been. Farkas had dropped the mask on his escape away from her, so as she passed the area he had stood she picked it up.
The mask was carved and designed with unusual patterns. Terra felt a hum off of the mask dealing with magic, but the designs were completely foreign to her. If she was being completely honest with herself, everything dealing with this dovahkiin history was a mystery. The Grey Beards could only provide so much knowledge and much of the books that she had read in the hidden caves gave her little to no more information than what they had told her. She was blind in this whole situation. It angered her that she had all of this dumped on her shoulders and yet here she was digging in the snow looking for clues.
"PATHETIC!" Terra screeched out. "I'm suppose to be this super special person and I can't even understand what I am doing?! All these great leaders and masterminds comment about how they had understood and knew what they were doing!" Kicking the snow and cursing under her breath wasn't getting her anywhere, but it was making her feel a little better.
Terra had destroyed an important relationship with Cicero, "for what?" she growled. Glowering at the patches of snow where the fights had taken place, "To save a fool of a man?" She knew that in the end Cicero and Farkas would have probably killed each other, they seemed to understand each other's weaknesses and appeared to be able to draw them out. She had done what she believed was right, to save them both, honestly. She had saved them both, at the moment that was the lie she would tell herself.
With a click of her tongue she gave up searching for anything dealing with the dragon priest. She headed back to gather the supplies that she had brought with her. The bush would have been difficult to find if that crazy jester hadn't hacked up the foliage escaping from her makeshift hiding spot. Trudging through the cold was not improving her mood in the slightest.
All these messes that she was creating for herself was in no way making her life easier, but one who creates messes doesn't seem to be trying to make their life easier. One needs to solve problems to make it easier or maybe, she could take a dose of something hard and make everything go away, even if it was temporary.
"Nah, you never run from your troubles, Terra, you are one to go head first into the problem and smash your face over and over into it till you solve the issue or bloody yourself enough that the problem gives up," rolling her eyes as she hefted the bags on to her back she chuckled, "Yeah, the greatest problem solver. You always throw yourself into the mess and disgust everyone so much that they all give up." She looked over the area one last time and shrugged, she was who she was, and if they didn't like it, they didn't have to stick around.
The thing was it was lonely thinking that way.