Redsand Canyon pontius

Aquene was the living embodiment of doctors make the worst patients. Staying off her feet and resting was difficult, and it resulted in pained limps around the tablinum as she took out and sorted through all of her stores for the twentieth time. She hated feeling so useless, and in that moment, she did feel useless. She was up and about when the man appeared at the threshold of her sanctuary, her head turning as the question fell. “Imperator.” She greeted, making her way much slower than normal to the front of the den. “I’ve been better.” She admitted honestly as her head tilted to the side, inviting him to step inside.
 
There had been a lot she simply had not allowed herself to think about. Repression had always been her favorite coping strategy, even if it was not the healthiest in any regard. “How can I help you?” Business as usual was another one, simply looking to do her job and avoid questions that came like ‘how are you’… it was simply a lot to think about, a lot to process, and she held onto the tiny amount of control she could have in that moment in the form of standing on the precipice of all the emotional turmoil that hid under the surface without falling off the edge.