[o] [SE] sins, like skeletons, are so very hard to hide

Maea

I see you when you chase
All the dreams inside your head

Falling back to walk beside Liam, her hand reached out to brush against his arm, only to lose the nerve at the last moment. Maes didn't have to look at him to understand the depth of such pain; she was living it, too, and had for a long time.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," she murmured softly. "I get that - my brother disappeared after the war. He's still missing. I'm trying to start over too, though... it's harder than one would think, isn't it." The gaping hole where loved ones should have been never truly filled. The edges just grew less sharp over time, and you learned to walk around it, but it would never really go away.

Casting a quick glance up at the former dragoon, she wondered if he had lost a dragon too. Or maybe not all of them had one? It didn't seem polite to ask. "We can talk sbout something else if you like. It was not my intention to step on a painful topic." Sweeping her gaze back out over the area, the lack of gold amid the browns and greens suggested they ought to move along to some other area soon.

I see you when you laugh
And when you love until the bitter end

Table by Skylark