Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Frowning at her hands, she can't think of anything to say that really conveyed her misgivings. Not because she had anything bad to say about Dygra, not at all. The goddess had indeed been kind and welcoming so far. It was just... No, she didn't understand it herself.
"Sure." Leaving the topic for later, Maea might perhaps surprise him with her willingness to overlook disagreements when it mattered. That he asked for her help was reason enough to give it, and she was on her feet in an instant, padding quietly across the floor to have a look. Taking the rag from him and shooing his hands away so she could see properly, a sharp hiss escaped her as she saw the extent of the damage.
"When did this happen?" she asked him, while her fingers began to gently prod the surrounding musculature. Searching for signs of infection, once again wishing she knew more about healing than she did.
"Sure." Leaving the topic for later, Maea might perhaps surprise him with her willingness to overlook disagreements when it mattered. That he asked for her help was reason enough to give it, and she was on her feet in an instant, padding quietly across the floor to have a look. Taking the rag from him and shooing his hands away so she could see properly, a sharp hiss escaped her as she saw the extent of the damage.
"When did this happen?" she asked him, while her fingers began to gently prod the surrounding musculature. Searching for signs of infection, once again wishing she knew more about healing than she did.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
