Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
His silence spoke volumes, leaving her chasticed and torn between embarrassment and amusement as she hurried along the long-legged demigod. Since Hadama clearly wasn't going to eat the strip of jerky, Maea popped it in her own mouth and chewed the tough meat, reflecting over its flavor... or lack thereof. There wasn't anything wrong with it. Tasted like sheep, and smoke, and a bit like pocket lint - she delicately picked that off her tongue and flicked it off a finger. Not a feast, perhaps... but it filled its function of keeping the body in motion. Getting tired of my own words
This was about more than just the body, though. She knew it, and did her best not to fight the notion of accepting help. She needed It, asked for it... and Maea thought she owed it to Hadama to at least try. Even if, deep down, she felt beyond salvaging.
"Hm. I know the location of a freshwater spring not too far from here," she offered. "I can try hunting down some fresh meat if you look for the mushrooms?" Either together or by splitting up didn't matter - almost against her will, the ancient was curious about what her friend was going to do, and she was not about to vanish back into the shadows again.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
