[SE] cut from marble

Maea

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

She heard it, even if she couldn't see the moment when the smile fell away. It was in his voice, and in the confession. Propping herself up on an elbow, Maea watched him warily, eyes narrowing when he rolled up from his bedding and came over. Not sure what he was planning to do at first, she was about ready to defend herself, only to realize her mistake when he began tugging at the blanket.

It was strange, being touched in such a familiar way. Even through the layers of cloth she was all too aware of every point of connection, and she couldn't help but shrink away - only to catch herself in the act, and froze up instead. Biting her tongue, fumbling for something to say that wasn't harsh - this really wasn't his fault. It would have been easier if it was.

"I just... don't know how to trust people, anymore," she finally managed. As the restriction around her legs eased off, she scooted back towards the pillows and tugged her knees up to the chest. "They leave. Or die. Or disappear. One person I knew about as much as I know you said I shouldn't be allowed to exist and tried to kill me. So you'll have to excuse me if I need a bit more than just assurances that a self-confessed cannibal is safe to sleep next to."

Alas. That was not what she had meant to say.

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