Sunbeam Lair singulus

She ached to say more but she refrained. A stoic above all else, the only insight she had of him was what he had offered her in these few moments—and there was a cloying understanding that perhaps the information he had divulged was not given lightly nor freely to many. 

Having taken his request to perhaps meet her at a future time, she assumed their time was at an end. An Imperator must have been a demanding title—she knew the lives of soldiers were spent with consistent training and guarding. And so she presented him with his gifts for the revered Matrona, a spark in her gaze.

If you’re not too busy, she agreed, realizing these men seemed to have a certain code of conduct when it came to civilians. Or, perhaps it was just the daintier healers who looked like a rabbit could blow them over with a puff of breath.