Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

The pessimism was met with a lack of willingness to further convince the man of the mistake he was about to make. It was true nothing was assured in life, but that also meant that nothing was assured to get better either. Instead, it was easier to concede than continue to fight. Perhaps if he were a citizen of Mereo she might have called the Imperator to talk some sense into him, or the Matrona… but he was not and they held no jurisdiction or power over him either.
 
He took the medicine, the question falling as she huffed softly and frowned. “Yes… why, is something the matter with my work space?” She questioned, the man entirely too picky when it came to just how the trained medicus was to remove the limb she was not certain she should remove. It was nicer than the set up at home, and she found it roomy and homey, even if the soldiers surrounding her did not necessarily agree. It was a comfortable space for her to work in, and she was not willing to modify the space, especially not while growing children inside of her.