Artemis tensed when he mentioned Idris. But she held her ground as the Lord of Shadow stepped into the flickering red light. Her hand gripping the staff was shaking. 

He carried power like a cloak, rolling off of him in thick black shades. Artemis met his sharp, grey stare, unblinking. She gulped, her throat dry.

She was exhausted. She was in pain. Artemis knew not to trust him for a moment, that whatever power he offered, if accepted would come with costs. And he'd probably try to rid himself of her as soon as she'd served her purpose. She glanced to the steady pulse of the Lantern.

[i]Idris[/i].

Artemis looked back to the Lord of Shadow. Then she stepped forward and took his hand.