Artemis looked thoughtful. "Perhaps that's what I need," she mused. "An escape, for when it gets too much." Civilisation - that slippery, weaselly word - had wormed its tendrils into every part of this land. She couldn't escape it or deny it; thinking she could had only gotten her fired from her job and cost her the small haven she'd built for herself. But maybe there were ways of navigating it.