[SE] Roads we walk in the dark

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Self care, huh. Not one of her stronger inclinations, she would admit, as the tended to forget about mundane things like food and sleep when the mind bent to a task. Whether that was focusing on work or delving into problems didn't matter much. Still, Hadama's obvious concern surprised her, unaware as she was of how she looked these days.

"Uh, I went hunting a few days ago. Does that count?" Digging into a pocket of the cloak she withdrew strips of dried meat, unflavored save for a light aroma of smoke. "It's nothing fancy, but I am eating. When I get hungry." Offering him a sample, Maea's expression was earnest as the attempted to reassure him.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3