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Germanicus was finally in for the evening; his wife greeted him warmly, with a welcoming wag of her tail. She watched as he progressed through his evening metamorphosis, sloughing off the stony veneer that was the title of Imperator, not unlike the way he shook the snow from his pelt before entering the bedchamber. 

He mentioned the auxilia's liaison and his resulting punishment. So this was why Germanicus arrived home so late. His brand of discipline favored prolonged, laborious tasks over corporal punishment, which Ruenna found more palatable even though overseeing such trials often kept her husband late into the night. 

They had known this would happen-- that some of the auxilia would buckle in the face of temptation. Ruenna had advised Germanicus as much. They were prepared for whatever would come of this, even if Glaukos's paramour showed up on their doorstep with a belly full of trouble. 

The season seems to come earlier and earlier, Ruenna thought wearily. Winter's first snows had only just fallen, and already women were coming into their time. 

Oh, her day?

"It was good. I think the medic Aquene will remain with us," Ruenna offered optimistically. "..And I think she may yet be convinced to train as auxilia," she added. Aquene did not strike her as a woman who would long be content with life as a plebian, frozen in such a lowly rank with no option to ascend.