Elizabeth
It wasn't necessarily what Elizabeth had asked, but she listened quietly, letting Maea work through the emotions. She found that people sometimes just needed an ear to talk to, to help them work through their own tendencies and feelings, to think through their mistakes. It wasn't until Maea finished, having already identified her cyclic thinking, that she spoke again. "If you noticed those signs starting again, what would you do about it?" In other words: what would you do differently this time and would that be so terrible if you're able to recognize it and stop it?
Letting Maea flit about to release the nerves, Elizabeth stayed seated, a calming presence despite the bubbling emotions. Her smile was soft and polite, patiently waiting for the woman to do whatever she needed to calm herself. "Tea would be great, thank you." And she truthfully wouldn't mind a glass, the travel having been long and the Greatwood still retaining a hint of Deepfrost chill.
She settled back in her chair, watching as Maea seemed to wrestle with her own emotions despite 'knowing' that they're not true. Her head shook gently, her brown hair rustling with the movement. "Just because the logical side tells us it's not true, doesn't mean our hearts will always listen." Reminded of their last conversation, Elizabeth wondered if the two might be connected - this belief that it was natural for others to hate her. She tilted her head, trying to make the questions less invasive or probing, the atmosphere open and accepting. "Have there been any other experiences that made you feel hated? Or any reason you thought you should be hated?"
Letting Maea flit about to release the nerves, Elizabeth stayed seated, a calming presence despite the bubbling emotions. Her smile was soft and polite, patiently waiting for the woman to do whatever she needed to calm herself. "Tea would be great, thank you." And she truthfully wouldn't mind a glass, the travel having been long and the Greatwood still retaining a hint of Deepfrost chill.
She settled back in her chair, watching as Maea seemed to wrestle with her own emotions despite 'knowing' that they're not true. Her head shook gently, her brown hair rustling with the movement. "Just because the logical side tells us it's not true, doesn't mean our hearts will always listen." Reminded of their last conversation, Elizabeth wondered if the two might be connected - this belief that it was natural for others to hate her. She tilted her head, trying to make the questions less invasive or probing, the atmosphere open and accepting. "Have there been any other experiences that made you feel hated? Or any reason you thought you should be hated?"
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
