Noctisardor Bypass Mellita, domi adsum.

He came to her like a ghost, drifting in the corner of her eye. The nearer he got, the more Basilie wanted to rise up and bare her teeth - not for any practical reason, but rather, because a feeling in her gut told her to. But the girl did not move. He drifted closer, so close that she felt his breath upon her fur, and heard the boy's voice. He sounded like a memory; not here, not present. It wasn't Hadrian that was absent, but herself. Basilie had no way of knowing how strong the fever was - only that her skin felt hot, that the blustering winds had decided to ignore her, and now she was seeing the ghost of her brother.

"-looks like you only know how to fight and you're not even better than your brothers at that, or at healing in that matter. Even they knew how to clean a wound." The figure chastised her like he often did in her dreams. As she remembered, from memory, all the other Roman soldiers who thought she was equally useless. Her features were impassive despite the great urge to lift her lip, to sling a snide comment through the air and hope it hit him square between the eyes. To fell this giant that thought himself an Imperator. Imposter.

"What are you going to do with that? Sit and die?" Hadrian's voice was.. Alien.

"Hadrian." Basilie finally spoke, and as his name tumbled from her lips, she snapped back to herself. The warrior woman got to her feet at that moment, staggered a bit with the sudden pain of her strained shoulder, and balanced herself upright. "So you do live. And you call yourself Imperator as our brother says?" She would ignore his jabs and jibes, focusing instead upon her own mission. "I have come to join you - to aid you." But what would he make of this? Surely Aku's most devoted child would not give up her father so readily.