Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
"I wish I'd had something like this, back then," came a soft reply. "But I didn't. Nor was there anyone around to welcome me back... at least no one I cared about in return. It drove me all kinds of insane, for a while." Noting the location of everything Isla showed her, Maea realized perhaps for the first time how well organized it was. Rooms and equipment, all had a place and remained sorted, clean and neat. Looking down over herself... that was very much not the case.
"Alright. I can do that. How... what should I be wearing?" Sneaking a glance towards the medic offered little in the way of instruction. Best to simply ask. The part of her that wasn't numb and reeling still kept itching to get started. Immediately. To bury herself in something entirely boring and routine until the passage of time became a distant thing and her own mind ceased its incessant nagging and churning.
But she should probably let Amun know that she was patched up again. Before he paced a hole in the ground somewhere. Sometime... soon.
"Alright. I can do that. How... what should I be wearing?" Sneaking a glance towards the medic offered little in the way of instruction. Best to simply ask. The part of her that wasn't numb and reeling still kept itching to get started. Immediately. To bury herself in something entirely boring and routine until the passage of time became a distant thing and her own mind ceased its incessant nagging and churning.
But she should probably let Amun know that she was patched up again. Before he paced a hole in the ground somewhere. Sometime... soon.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
