[b]Aemiliana[/b]
Aemiliana smiled, inclining her head slightly. "I would much appreciate it if you would escort me home. I'll be going to the Coliseum after I finish my chores for the day... Apparently there is a tournament on. I don't much appreciate the bloodshed, but... maybe they'll let me help patch everyone up after the fact. I was top of the class in Rudimentary Healing Arts, and I'm the only one who hasn't yet dropped out of Advanced Wound Care and Maintenance. They'll have to let me help." She looked so hopeful at the thought, it was rather ridiculous. This genteel little girl, the child of the emperor, wanting to actually work at something as disgusting as saving dying gladiators? Getting blood all over her hands and dirt under her nails? "Will you be attending also? I've been invited to sit with Aurelia and Octavius but I'd rather not... They're too bloodthirsty and far too overbearing." She sighed, picked up her book from where it had fallen on the floor, and placed in in the basket she carried just for that purpose. She squeezed as much water out of her tunic as she could without taking it off, wincing as rivulets poured down her back from her still-sopping hair. Then she realized. "Oh, goodness. I can't let you take me home... You'll be late for your next class then. And I really can't delay getting back... The longer I wait the angrier my father will be." She also was determined to enact her plan of revenge on her father, and she didn't want Pentalius there in case it went sour.