Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea nodded. While Mourn was close to the Grounds, it was outside the boundaries of the region. "I didn't know there were rules," she commented. A strange sensation shuddered up the arm as the wound began to knit together. When it was done, she examined the skin and marveled at how efficient it had been. Not even a scratch remained.
"Thank you. Wish I could do that, too." Such a handy thing; it seemed far more useful than many of the things she had tried to think up for herself. "And I wouldn't get my hopes up. This is the Hollowed Grounds; it's never been a peaceful place." She tried to smile, and while it sort of worked it came out as a wry and lopsided thing.
"Thank you. Wish I could do that, too." Such a handy thing; it seemed far more useful than many of the things she had tried to think up for herself. "And I wouldn't get my hopes up. This is the Hollowed Grounds; it's never been a peaceful place." She tried to smile, and while it sort of worked it came out as a wry and lopsided thing.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
