[SE] cut from marble

Maea

I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear

The reasoning was perfectly valid. Logical, sensible... but though she sat up, the corners of her mouth began to tug downwards as Asta offered her an arm.
"No that's - that's not - I'm okay. Really." She hadn't expected him to insist. Looking around for her mug, or the plate of fruits, she found that the bartender had cleared away her excuses for lingering and robbed her of an easy way out.

With little choice left but to face Asta, a look of something raw and anxious entered her eyes, despite her attempt at keeping her expression light.
"It's nothing personal, I just... prefer my own space. That's all." It wasn't, but she was not going to explain. Not now, probably not ever.

Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!