Growing roses in the disarray

Maea

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

Recalling the glimpse of the manticore tail with its deadly sting, she nodded in understanding. While the attuned had varied and sprawling shifts, it seemed to her that demigods were more purposeful in their gifts. Just like the Ancients reflected their predatory nature in their shadow selves. "It's quite interesting, I admit," she said with a smile. "Comparing the abilities of demigods would be a fascinating way to approach the gods... One could probably learn a lot about their natures in the way they equip their followers."

Accepting Remi's decision with a simple nod, Maea flicked a strand of grass from her sleeve. Not sure whether to be flattered that he thought her so blessed with options, or embarrassed to admit her limitations.
"I only have a Molten Tiger shift," she murmured, looking away for a moment before regaining her smile.. "Should be feline enough, right? I'll follow you, so pick whichever one you like."

They could sort out the details as they went. Whether they caught anything or not was secondary in her mind to having a good time. Even if her stomach would disagree.

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay