"Just heal up.." [i]Rue repeated, shaking her head as she was carried off.[/i] "You saved me.." [i]The crowds treated Traci as if she was some sort of god, that had came down to bless them with true leadership: leadership earned from bloodlust, that was. For a time, until she was officially declared an empress - or Rue was, it was Traci's choice and her choice alone - she held the palace for a time, which mostly consisted of her own room: a rather costly room, with a king-sized, crimson bed and several decorations of trophies and kills upon the walls.[/i] [i]When Rue returned, she came back without an arm, but looking better, at least.[/i] "I'm.. a cripple now, I presume. Temporarily, anyway. If I can manipulate the earth, I can create my own arm." [i]She sighed, sitting as she looked at Traci with a smile.[/i] "How does it feel? To be.. empress."