Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Those were all great points and good reasons, and Maea considered them with a thoughtful look. Only at the last point did her mouth go suddenly dry; she managed to wrangle her face back to neutral, but her hands betrayed her with the nervous rubbing of a palm that itched out of nowhere.
"That's good advice," she replied quietly. "I'll keep it in mind, if luck decides to favor us again. In the meantime, I hope you and your family stay safe. This region too ‐ if you ever need more hands to get something done, I'll be happy to lend mine." It was perhaps not the home she had intended it to be, but Maea cared about the fate of the sun-kissed shores all the same. And above all, she cared about its people.
With a feeling that it was time to wrap this meeting up before it could even begin to go sideways, she smiled up at Liam, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "We should go... it was a tense journey to get here, I could use some food and a nap." Turning back to Flora, Maea extended her hand; a peace offering, perhaps, or just a conclusion of good business. "Good luck, with whatever comes next for you."
"That's good advice," she replied quietly. "I'll keep it in mind, if luck decides to favor us again. In the meantime, I hope you and your family stay safe. This region too ‐ if you ever need more hands to get something done, I'll be happy to lend mine." It was perhaps not the home she had intended it to be, but Maea cared about the fate of the sun-kissed shores all the same. And above all, she cared about its people.
With a feeling that it was time to wrap this meeting up before it could even begin to go sideways, she smiled up at Liam, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "We should go... it was a tense journey to get here, I could use some food and a nap." Turning back to Flora, Maea extended her hand; a peace offering, perhaps, or just a conclusion of good business. "Good luck, with whatever comes next for you."
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
