It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

Ah, she had surprised him. It always pleased her when that happened. Maea enjoyed the expression on his face, the raised brow and the way he looked harder at her. As if trying to read the truth on her face. She was less startled to hear he had done the same... though not entirely free from the sentiment either. Weren't they friends?

"Yes, I really did," she assured. Reaching up to the neck, she tugged on a leather cord and hauled a glass lens from where it had rested against her chest. Plain and unadorned, no bigger than the palm of a hand, she held it up for Sunjata to see. "It lets you see through illusions," she explained. "Remi said Safrin made it for him, in defense against some of Ludo's tricks played on him."

She found it rather amusing to be in the possession of two items from gods... especially considering the nature of the lens.

"What about you, what did you take?" she asked, daring a glance up at the man beside her. Despite knowing she should go to sit down, or clean the table, Maea didn't move away.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh