[SE] Roads we walk in the dark

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

Adjusting her seat and folding her legs beneath her, the lazy curl of Maea's tail betrayed her comfort even if she didn't admit to it out loud. It was a companionable setting, made so by Hadama's stalwart refusal to let her spiral with her confessions. She didn't even realize that her replies became less and less fraught, how her shoulders were coming down, or to what extent the comfort of a cooked meal was improving her mood. Maybe she had not been starving her body, all these months, but the soul... oh, how she had deprived that of anything even resembling grace.

She made an effort to match pace with Hadama so she wouldn't eat all the food on her own. Pausing on occasion to sip of the clear water from the spring, she hesitated a moment before replying.
"Not less, no. It does adjust my perception, though. You've always seemed so peaceful, to me. I guess I thought it was the same for all mer. That most, if not all of you were more vegetarian in nature. I suppose it makes more sense, this way..." It betrayed her lacking knowledge of the ocean, if nothing else. She had always seen it as an abundant place, lush with vegetation and options the way a forest might be, where herbivores roamed numerous and predators were outnumbered by far.

Cocking her head aside, she regarded him with new eyes. "Did I ever see that shift?" She thought not, he'd only really mentioned the manta before, and suddenly she was curious. "You don't find the concept of people being eaten upsetting at all?" It was beyond surprising how many shrugs she was met with on the subject. That Danta or Asta wouldn't care was one thing, but first Sunjata, then Remi and now Hadama all seemed so calm about it that Maea began to wonder if she was the odd one for making such a big deal out of it.

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

base inspired by Odd <3