Livia meanwhile looked flawless. She knew she did. Dressed in a combination of clothing that could pass as modern but still showed her as a woman of import, in the red shades she always so favoured back home and her eyes darkened, not quite in the Egyptian style but enough to highlight them. She looked strong.Every inch the perfect warrior Ares had made her. And she was proud to be that. It was why Gaia and her weak mind bothered Livia. She was nothing and would do nothing for Rome. Is this what poisoned Rome, people like her? Still, the woman was loyal, and true and willing to do anything for Rome.
And as far as she was concerned, Livia was Rome.
One of Gaia's people had let her inside with little question, knowing her reasonably well by now and directed her to the living room where she found her, doubled up and broken inside. She would have rolled her eyes but there was little point when she was right there with Gaia. And she'd brought opium. Ares had provided when Livia had told him what she'd get out of it. It was enough, more than enough.
"Oh Gaia." she said, moving into the woman's line of vision. "This isn't right at all now is it? It won't do to have you hurting so. You are a Roman and I would have you stand as one. If it takes Opium then Rome provides. But look at you, you're tired, you're ill. I trust you have the baths prepared?"