Anger washed through Catskill’s mind. That wasn’t right. Circe deserved every ounce of respect in the world. She was- She was a monster and a slaver, not somepony who- not somepony who others should look at with anything less than- with anything less than disgust, hatred, abhorrence, not this forced awe or respect- awe or respect. It was only fitting. Catskill’s hooves twitched as her body wanted to take a step forward. But Circe waved her down and her anger abated. For now.