[Training] Hope as far as one can see

Maea

Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in

Her eyebrows rose a bit. Had Ronin perhaps not had the same troubles as Remi? Was she misunderstanding something in the torrent of emotion she'd been allowed to perceive, while holding the Bastion's hand? This was the difficulty with building opinions based on second hand knowledge. She didn't have the whole picture, and she wasn't close enough to any of the people involved to ask such questions as would let her find out more.

"Is that so? That's good at least, then. I hope I'm mistaken, honestly. For your sake, and for anyone who gets involved with her." It would take more than that to assuage her misgivings, but Maea wasn't invested enough to go campaigning against a goddess.

Nodding briefly in response to Hadama's gratitude, she went to fetch her paraphernalia. With the old coat slung loosely over her shoulders and the usual bag carried in her arms, she managed to crack a faint smile at the new demigod. "Don't thank me yet. Save it for if I find something worth bringing back. In the meantime, stay safe, yeah? And keep an eye on the Feverlands; the swamp has been overrun. A dam has been put up to keep Void away from the sea, but I don't know how long it will hold."

The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air