"Protection." Artemis leaned back against the arm of the couch, frowning faintly. "What does that even mean?"
Artemis didn't tend to deal in protection, as such. She had offered mercy to her supplicants and freedom to her followers, and to her favoured she had bestowed gifts with which to defend themselves. But protection? Protection implied safety and security, solid walls in between and the monsters that lurked in the night. You didn't venture out alone into the wilds if you were looking for protection.