Redsand Canyon pontius

The man lingered, her head perking up, her ears perking up as well when he spoke of the path… her path. There was a hint of pride shining in her eyes, relief as well… “What is the path?” She asked softly, wondering what the man had for her. How could she balance it all? What was she to do? She tried not to think too deeply into it; perhaps he had not yet worked out all the details. It also caused her to hesitate. “I froze out there… I was fighting and I froze.” A part of her felt she had not deserved it.
 
The moment Germanicus and Towhee had arrived, she had started to freeze up and at the end of it she’d ended up little more than a ragdoll… had she truly earned a right to that? Nothing else mattered in her eyes, not the way she had initially fought, nor the vigor or sense to call for aid… simply that she had failed in the end, at least in her own eyes.
 
There was a nod, and she knew that soon Arsenio’s wife would be visiting her, no doubt fretting about her resting… a healthy amount of pushback in turn as well… either way, only time would tell. All she needed was to get better, stronger… she needed to be able to take on Dimitri and she needed to win.