There's still life in the Armageddon

Evie

I dreamt in the sound of your voice

and bathed in the color of your love

"Deimos made a coat for Kiada that helps her visit," she blurts out, wanting to offer something to erase the melancholy on Maea's face; something she had never done in the past, but that she wants to be able to do now. "It's a race to get to the Citadel from the warmer areas like the Greenwing, but then the dome over the city helps too." Though she knows Kiada will need to upgrade it to have it work any better, at least it's a vain hope, a life-ring for Maea to reach for if she truly wants it that badly.

And maybe that's as much of an outstretched hand as the one Maea presents to her. Evie's heart doesn't twist anymore at the notion of peeling back her layers of protection and privacy to showcase her magic, but with Maea there is still a split-second of hesitation. Maybe it's because even the horns can't make her look any different from the young woman she knew in the grounds, even without her sallow skin and tired eyes. Blinking, that sickly ghost dissipates in the humid cavern, and Evie takes her hand without a moment more of hesitation.

"Healing is my oldest magic," she starts softly, letting the magic flow from her hand into Maea's. It sweeps away exhaustion and discomfort, strains and pains, and - if Maea did not fight it - perhaps alleviating darker things like depression and anxiety. "But earth, plants, stone...that came next." The ash on Maea's hands comes beneath her thrall immediately, tickling over her pale skin and maneuvering into shapes and designs reminiscent of tattoos, as if it had never been embedded in the microscopic fissures of her skin. When she moves on, she pulls it off Maea's skin and lets it fall around their legs, leaving the Ancient's hands perfectly clean. "Telekinesis you've already seen, but air can achieve much the same visually. Though I use it for many more things; breathing underwater mostly. I'm almost to that point." A cool rush of air comes through the cavern in a way that should not be possible, tickling at Evie's damp nape and playfully stirring up Maea's moonlight locks.

Holding out her free hand, Evie conjures water from the moisture in the air if only because it is easier that conjuring it from nothing. It pools in her cupped palm, and Evie makes it dance and rise around her fingers as she splays them, never losing a drop. "Water has become one of my strongest too." Smiling, she dissipates it, and is left holding Maea's hand with nothing more to show. "That's all I have currently." No secrets, not again.

And The most beautiful thought
Is the fact that I have always loved you