there's no alibi

Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away

Humming doubtfully, Maea wasn't so sure. "'No more balls' is what he said... but I suppose that doesn't exclude some other kind of revel." Was that a smile ghosting past her lips? Perish the thought. It wasn't strictly speaking Danta whom she really wanted to rebel against, but he was the closest thing. "Besides, since I'm not part of his council anymore I don't need his permission to do anything." It should have been a satisfying conclusion, but Maea only looked grim and downcast as the said it.

Shaking her head, she gently held her hands out over Charlies arm, to prevent any impulsive bloodshed. "I'm okay. But these void creatures, some of them cause injuries that can't be healed my magic. It took Rae to fix one of them... so I wanted to see if I could find one. Just in case."

Leaning back against the rock wall, Maea pulled on a string of hair that was starting to feel unpleasantly sticky. Given what little she knew of the  rituals of yore, giving people options was a wonderful idea and the nodded eith fervor, more than a little grateful. "That's s lovely idea. I'll admit I'm interested in the theory, but actually practicing is a bit... difficult. But that might just be me," she added, the first to admit she wasn't very open minded.