Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
With another set of hands to help, the work of dismantling the tent was made far easier. Extracting whatever bedding she could find that wasn't ripped or hopelessly caked in mud – which turned out to be a blanket and the incredibly worn, barely stuffed pillow she had brought as a nod to Hadama and the promise to take better care of herself - the 'save' pile grew by two items, while the tent poles joined the canvas as more junk for the pyre.
"You are kind and generous, willing to work," she reflected, "so I don't doubt you'll be welcome wherever you decide to go." There was a slight pause. "Possibly I'd prefer you didn't choose to make a career in Halo; it would be difficult for me to visit." Though that was a very selfish way of thinking, and probably none of her business either. Given she hadn't even seen his home in the village yet, it sounded very presumptuous now that she thought about it.
"You are kind and generous, willing to work," she reflected, "so I don't doubt you'll be welcome wherever you decide to go." There was a slight pause. "Possibly I'd prefer you didn't choose to make a career in Halo; it would be difficult for me to visit." Though that was a very selfish way of thinking, and probably none of her business either. Given she hadn't even seen his home in the village yet, it sounded very presumptuous now that she thought about it.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
