Redsand Canyon When we were kids in the backyard

Wait. Not something she wanted to do. But she also didn't want Germanicus to exert himself too much.

If you want... Her voice trailed, thoughts roaming.

If this injury was to remain permanent, Alstroemeria feared for her future, and especially that of Mereo. She was no use to anyone like this.

Imperator... Throat now dry, she struggled. If- if nothing changes... I will no longer be able to serve Mereo. I cannot do much at all like this. Much of anything. She would no longer hunt for herself, be able to bathe herself properly, nor move from place to place. She would be utterly useless.