Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Throwing him a lopsided grin, Maea hummed as she shook her head, denying him any responsibility for how this turned out. "Nor would you have been, if not for me. Honestly, I made my own bed here." Made it, laid on it, found that it may have been a questionable decision - but look at her now. Already the stone was flaking off her fingers, crackling like dried slip off a potters hands. Once one hand was sufficiently thawed out she brought it out and rubbed surreptitiously on the sticky streaks on her face; trying to wipe the blood away, not knowing she just made a worse mess of it. Feeling self-conscious about it, she was grateful he didn't seem to mind - or at least, he wasn't saying anything about the state of her.
Nor did he say much of anything, really. Not until the silence was broken with gratitude. Glancing over at him, her gaze softened; leaning ever so slightly aside, she nudged her arm against his. Words might not come easy, but surprisingly enough the physical contact did. Unusual, for one who was usually hyper alert and incredibly private when it came to such things.
"Thank you, for trusting me," she replied simply. "And... sorry, for pushing you into the river. I.. uh, didn't know what else to do."
Nor did he say much of anything, really. Not until the silence was broken with gratitude. Glancing over at him, her gaze softened; leaning ever so slightly aside, she nudged her arm against his. Words might not come easy, but surprisingly enough the physical contact did. Unusual, for one who was usually hyper alert and incredibly private when it came to such things.
"Thank you, for trusting me," she replied simply. "And... sorry, for pushing you into the river. I.. uh, didn't know what else to do."
It's just your shadow on the floor
