Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

"Beat him."

Ruenna's eyes fluttered closed, and she wished that she could just shut it all out. 

Germanicus's scent enveloped her, and his voice murmured in her ear. Her eyes opened. 

He expected her to interfere? 

There was little love lost between her and Reyes, certainly, and on top of that, Ruenna was here as an ambassador first. While she might have stuck her own neck out to justifiably shield another from harm, she would not risk the Caldera to preserve Reyes's drunken hide. 

"Ramesses is easily humiliated," Germanicus had warned.

"And Reyes will pay the price for that, tonight," Ruenna answered Germanicus, matter-of-fact. The sickness she felt in her heart would not touch her expression, however her manner had gone uncharacteristically cold. 

She turned from the scene, overcome by he urge to bury her face in Germanicus's ruff. Of course, she did no such thing-- Germanicus had never once indicated that he would welcome such an intimate gesture. No.. theirs was a formal friendship and not to mention, it hadn't even been an hour's time since they had found themselves in a rather stiff, conversational truce.

And so Ruenna would stand alone, growing colder.