Only a cat with a different coat

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

Scoffing softly, she was unsure what to make of that attitude. It screamed of goody two shoes who never did anything wrong, and had her questioning whether this man had ever been put in serious danger before.
"That would make you quite exceptional," she remarked dryly, "because in my experience it's during difficult times that people become the least tolerant to anything that doesn't fit into their view of how something should be done."

The cat gave up its pursuit, and they left it behind alongside the unpleasant warrens. Emerging back into the more trafficked sections of the port, Maea drew the coat closer about her neck and pulled the hood deeper down over her face.

"Well then. It was nice to meet you." Trying to end the conversation, Maea didn't care if she came off as curt or rude. Zavien was too much sunshine for her right now; the kindly smile and general niceness felt too sugary and sweet for her, who'd much rather dive into another alley brawl over doing smalltalk. Standing together was good and all, but it would be vastly preferred if she could stand alone until the ship was ready to sail.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh