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Fever dreams plagued her subconscious, filling her head with visions of her family and its destruction, of her future and its destruction. Through this, the distant tin of sharp barking found its way around the hazy pictures, and the tone was unfamiliar to her. Yet...it had been heard before. But, this was a stranger to her, someone she could easily fall prey to, someone she would have to fight if they pushed her too far. Dea's unconscious form winced in a full body twitch as Rameses gripped her scruff, her mind conjuring images of when her mother would punish her, or her father would carry her. She relaxed beneath the strange male's grip, muttering softly as he lifted her.  "Mother...it hurts..." Her usually strong voice did not have the weight it normally carried, instead a weak whisper was ushered from her lips, one she would hate herself for if she had heard it. It was a blessing that she had come into this state of being, that her new god had tested her would be the ultimate testimony. That her god saved her would be the ultimate hook.

But, it was not her god who saved her, nor any of his followers. She could feel the cool of the water as Rameses slowly lowered her into the pool, though her mind did not register it as such. In her mind, it was the metal of the ship she had been born in that gently enveloped her frame. Cold in an almost painful way, the water brought her back into consciousness in a sluggish manner. Again the dusky, unfamiliar tones filled her mind and as the water barely touched the tip of her nose, Dea began to lap feebly at it. She made a soft growl in the back of her cracked throat, one that sounded more like a purr than anything aggressive. Small drinks of water cooled her internally, bringing relief to her boiling insides, but it was over too soon. Rameses hefted her out of the water and the heat crashed down around her, making her whimper in protest. The rock he set her on was cool and relieving but not as much as the water had been.

"You can't leave me..." She barely whispered as she relived the memory of finding her mother in a snake pit. Weakness bombarded her, but she fought her way to the surface of her consciousness, one memory or fever dream at a time. Waging war against the black emptiness that seemed to grip her so tightly, Dea opened her bright pink eyes, though they were dull with her dehydration. Blurry and horribly out of focus, the demon stared at the dark figure that was Rameses, smelling the gazelle he gripped in his teeth. Again she heard the smoky command, looking the male up and down as he tended to her. She said nothing, just obeyed his order to eat, taking her time so that she did not retch and embarrass herself. How could he order her about? Did he not realize he was talking to a goddess? Once she had her fill, Dea looked up to the male on his rock. "Thank you..." She said reluctantly, but giving nothing else by way of emotion or body language. She did not trust the male just yet, even if he had saved her life.