Redsand Canyon Apogoitevménos

The day had been spent tending over herbs and overseeing her children who were growing faster than weeds, a deep contemplation lingering in the back of her mind. Germanicus had pointed out how her husband already reported to their friend, and so Aquene’s mind led her to believe that perhaps Germanicus had at least prepped the Roman for the offer that he was making Aquene. She would not be separated from her husband, of that there was no question. It was just about the only non-question of the entire situation.
 
She had been finishing up a meal, Kallik already out on his way when she heard Arsenio’s voice, a soft smile forming her features. “Yes, I am home. Please, come in.” She offered, a politeness in her voice and a warmth that she carried for friends, of which all of Epoch and most of Mereo qualified as. “Sorry for the mess. It’s been a little hectic in the Canyon.” Between her fretting, the amputation she had performed a few months back, and the seemingly never ending aches and ailments that struck that would need her attention, it felt impossible to be prepared.
 
“I trust you’re here because of my conversation with Germanicus?” She had to assume such was the case, knowing how busy he was preparing for the formation of the outpost at the Vale.