if it doesn't burn a little
She might not have minded smug. He had some right to be smug, honestly. An Outlander healer who was better than any Halovian Natural. More importantly, she’d actually admitted it, even if she’d pretended to be joking. Still, it’s a real comment, coming from her. Not that she wasn’t thankful for the healers that had saved her life, but it might have been nice to not nearly die in the process.
Weaver follows his gaze around the room. Maea did not have that much in here, but the room certainly feels empty without her in it. ”These rooms kind of suck,” she mutters. Not that she expects much more from a dorm room in a school, but she finds herself strangely thankful she doesn’t have to live in one. Still, she wishes Maea were still in this one, imagining them sitting beside the fire and talking about boys together.
She removes her hand after a moment, chuckling slightly. ”We did sort of ransack the place, to be fair.” Not quite as bad as that wind had though, and with a slight sigh, Weaver begins to help him clean up the mess. It would be wrong to leave it like that, even if Maea would not be here again.
Weaver follows his gaze around the room. Maea did not have that much in here, but the room certainly feels empty without her in it. ”These rooms kind of suck,” she mutters. Not that she expects much more from a dorm room in a school, but she finds herself strangely thankful she doesn’t have to live in one. Still, she wishes Maea were still in this one, imagining them sitting beside the fire and talking about boys together.
She removes her hand after a moment, chuckling slightly. ”We did sort of ransack the place, to be fair.” Not quite as bad as that wind had though, and with a slight sigh, Weaver begins to help him clean up the mess. It would be wrong to leave it like that, even if Maea would not be here again.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
