Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Satisfied with the answer she received, Maea turned her focus fully onto the spider. Accepting the dagger in one hand, she braced herself against the pain and made a cut in the fleshy part of her thumb. As blood spilled and pain flared, a red glow rose up around her fingers. Guiding it into the arachnid, it pooled around the injured leg and began to mend it.
It took a while, but when it was done the animal had perked up considerably and scurried off the moment Maea set it down.
"It's not big on gratitude I see," she remarked casually, wiping the blade clean before handing it back to Thalassa. "You don't like spiders?" Noticing the way she had leaned back, she reached behind the counter and offered the woman a pastry on a plate along with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, they usually don't show up when there's people around."
It took a while, but when it was done the animal had perked up considerably and scurried off the moment Maea set it down.
"It's not big on gratitude I see," she remarked casually, wiping the blade clean before handing it back to Thalassa. "You don't like spiders?" Noticing the way she had leaned back, she reached behind the counter and offered the woman a pastry on a plate along with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, they usually don't show up when there's people around."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
