Redsand Canyon pontius

She had fought for every liberty she now possessed, though she still was upset for the way the fight had turned out. She’d had little doubt Dimitri would have gotten his way had Germanicus, Towhee, and Malila not shown up when they had. She did not answer his cold statement, lost in her own head in that moment. “He was revered. Worshipped... but he was also power hungry, and sadistic. He enjoyed seeing others in pain. He reveled in it.” She had been told she was lucky but she had felt anything but. “Had I stayed, I would be dead.” She had little doubt in that, and she had told Ruenna as much when she confided in the Matrona, and again to Kallik.
 
There was still a part of her paralyzed at the idea of his return, but the question caused her to glance at her paws. “Before you arrived, he said I would be his… one way or another.” It was enough of the answer and in that moment Aquene questioned whether or not she should stay, and face the wrath placed upon Mereo by a crazed and obsessed man… or even if Mereo would want her to stay, regardless of her skills, due to the baggage that she carried.