Arrow Lake abbatia

Meadow did you want her to wake up or fade here? I can make another one about halfway back to Epoch if you'd like. Just let me know. *sweating*

It will be alright, Reyson.

Arsenio’s voice was soft. His head hung beside the other man. His glacial eyes watched as the scarred figure looked to the heavens. The Arche understood that he was overwhelmed. There was too much to take in and he had already been suffering mental instability. Hadn’t Germanicus known it? Why would he do this so openly? If the Imperator sought a secret affair with Meadow, he should have taken his mess elsewhere.

Arrogant. Nasty. The Roman did not deserve to live or to be treated. He was dishonor given form.

Careful with her. We will need to move slowly, carefully. The journey home will take time.

Arsenio looked to his son who appeared flustered by the Roman man.

Antigone did all he could to patch the wounds the Imperator had suffered. He felt that there was enough to hold him, to get him home. But the boy was now well-versed in these things, and he could not be sure. His mind was fixed on Meadow. He did not know what he would do if something happened to her. She meant so much to him.

Stepping back, he looked at the yellow-eyed man and nodded curtly.

Should get you home. You should have someone look at that right away. It- The grass and web won’t last long.

Then Antigone turned to assist his father.