I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Pulling the wet mess of hair over to one side of the head, she sighed. "I suppose we will." Falling in behind Asta the followed him deeper into the bedrock. The heat was no issue as far as she was concerned either. It helped her hair and clothes dry up and after a while she even unbuttoned the coat to let the warmth really soak in. If anything it was easier to breathe now, and for the first time in a what felt like ages Maea began to feel properly warmed up.
Unfortunately the good parts stopped there. The tunnel was narrow and winding, and the darkness made her jumpy. She hugged so close to the seams of magma they occasionally encountered that the skirts nearly caught on fire, and at one point she actually walked right into Asta's back.
"Sorry," she mumbled, rubbing her smarting nose. "Have you, uh, been up to anything lately? How's your shoulder?" Maybe talking would keep her mind off the weight of rock pressing down over their heads or the echoes of churning, groaning, dripping and crumbling stone.
Unfortunately the good parts stopped there. The tunnel was narrow and winding, and the darkness made her jumpy. She hugged so close to the seams of magma they occasionally encountered that the skirts nearly caught on fire, and at one point she actually walked right into Asta's back.
"Sorry," she mumbled, rubbing her smarting nose. "Have you, uh, been up to anything lately? How's your shoulder?" Maybe talking would keep her mind off the weight of rock pressing down over their heads or the echoes of churning, groaning, dripping and crumbling stone.
Maea
