the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Another thing to love him for, if she ever needed reasons. This way of taking her thoughts into consideration, to weigh them and find them of value. It was such a small thing, yet it meant so much. His hand tightened around hers in return, and as he looked down at her, Maea met his gaze. Felt like she might drown in the soft grays, more swirling mist than storm or steel in this moment.

Though she would have loved for him to say she was being ridiculous, that nothing would go wrong, that there weren't any dangers. It wouldn't be true, but... Maea wouldn't mind a bit of play pretend now and then. That they weren't leaving. That he wasn't distancing himself from her. That their trying together had become a trying on their own, somehow connected and yet... not?

"Perhaps, might be worth looking into," she agreed. Planning, yet not. Building, yet not. Dreaming, and yet..?

It was confusing her to no end, and she wondered if he felt the same way.

But then he told her he would fix the house up anyway, and her breath came a little too quick, fingers flinching in his grip. A ghost of almost-hidden pain crossing her face, so quick even he might miss it. Sunjata would... build the house without her?  

What... did that mean?

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay