In her daze, Galla believed that she had spoken to Catulus, when truly, she managed to express her servitude to the Heroes. Catulus was gone. She blushed and stepped forwards, taking in the remaining people with more caution. She saw Sthenae and the blind woman, and something else, something that was a figment of her imagination. A figment of the imagination of children all over the world. A satyr. Except, he was not imaginary. He was sitting right there, in all his glory, a magnificent specimen, enjoying the drink which he symbolizes. Galla barely managed to pull her eyes off him and she walked to each Hero. Because they were her Masters now. Because she was a slave. Because she was too much of a coward to kill herself. Because maybe she wanted to believe there was something more to life than a quick death. Because a certain person's words had actually reached beyond her wrath.<br/><br/>She stepped towards Sthenae, making sure she was out of the reach of even the longest snake. She did not erase her glare, but her words were true: "Forgive me. Mistress Gorgon." She whispered. "I acted out without thinking. I do not apologize for my insult, I still believe you are a vile bitch. But you are true, I am a slave, and I shall not attack you. Unless provoked. But I bid thee, forgive me for now, and try to understand me."<br/><br/>She bowed slightly and walked towards the bar, making a great effort of maintaining her gaze on the woman and not on the satyr. She approached her and dared to touch her hand softly, mainly to announce her presence. "Forgive me as well, lady." She said. She had always pitied the blind, and had always been kind and gentle with them, but she felt a power in this woman. A power exceeding the limitations of losing a sense. "I am not adequate for this...this change in my life. I shall never be. But I shall serve you as well, as best as I can. I would ask you to have patience with me, and know I would not harm you. Under any circumstances."<br/><br/>She bowed, although she did not believe the bow would be noticed took another step towards the sitting satyr. Her breath was caught somewhere in her throat. She had never seen one in her life, she had never known one so close in her proximity, but she had always believed in the legendary seducers, the servants of the Wine God, the wild denizens of ancient forests, sometimes friendly, sometimes not so friendly. She shared in their love for music and dance and in a way, understood their wild nature. Galla looked longingly at the drink he was enjoying, perhaps because her throat was dry and she had not tasted quality wine for a very, very long time. With trembling lips she whispered: "Do my eyes fool me, or are you real? Forgive my shyness, but of all the things I have witnessed this day, you are by far the strangest. And I shall serve you as well." She blushed, not knowing what that might mean.<br/><br/>She then adressed all of them. "When you see Catulus, tell him I have some demands as well. Clothing and quarters of my own. Also, a weapon, with which I should be allowed to train by myself. It is for my heart, not for my hand." She turned back to the satyr.