MAEA
The shook her head with a smile. "No, you keep it. It's worth far more than boots, I would hate to owe you." Favour for favour was one thing, and taking advantage of a friend's luck a whole other beast of a burden. Call it independence or hard headed stubbornness, but Maea preferred to pull her own weight when she had a choice.
Leading the way as they began to search their way back towards the surface, Maea began to list off everything she had discovered about the recent events, from the first meteor strikes and the first void creatures to Starfall and the strange invader who had given Remi such trouble, including the difficulty in healing the infected Fyrhund bite.
"... and so my thought is that it would be a good idea to examine the void infection properly, to see if anything can be discovered that way. It worries me that only the gods can heal void injuries; it makes fighting them off very dangerous, and even more important to find eventual weaknesses."
Glancing aside at the Messenger, she paused to give him time to process. It was a lot to take in, and Maea had started to understand that the man sometimes needed a moment to gather his thoughts. She did not mind; patiently waiting, she focused on picking paths in the Grotto that angled upward, towards ground level.
Leading the way as they began to search their way back towards the surface, Maea began to list off everything she had discovered about the recent events, from the first meteor strikes and the first void creatures to Starfall and the strange invader who had given Remi such trouble, including the difficulty in healing the infected Fyrhund bite.
"... and so my thought is that it would be a good idea to examine the void infection properly, to see if anything can be discovered that way. It worries me that only the gods can heal void injuries; it makes fighting them off very dangerous, and even more important to find eventual weaknesses."
Glancing aside at the Messenger, she paused to give him time to process. It was a lot to take in, and Maea had started to understand that the man sometimes needed a moment to gather his thoughts. She did not mind; patiently waiting, she focused on picking paths in the Grotto that angled upward, towards ground level.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
