Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Pleased with his reply, she hummed a quiet 'thank you' and settled into a quiet that lasted for several minutes. Occasionally an errant gust of wind came sweeping down from the blue sky above their heads to bend the flames of their fire. It pulled at her unbound hair, whipping it in erratic patterns around the face. When the silken strands caught on the horns she absently pulled them away, navigating around the arched protrusions with a surety that hadn't always been there.
"Is there anything you need?" came a quiet musing, after a while. Having pulled her knees up so she could lean her cheek against one of them, Maea played with the hem of her dress, folding and unfolding the drying cloth between her slender fingers. "If there's anything I can do...?" Besides dunking him in the river Maea wasn't sure what to offer, but was open to suggestions. She couldn't chase away his nightmares, nor would she be able to stay with him every waking hour of the day - that kind of thing wasn't good for anyone, no matter how well they got along - but perhaps there were other things that might put him at ease, so that this harrowing self-harming pattern wouldn't be so tempting to repeat.
"Is there anything you need?" came a quiet musing, after a while. Having pulled her knees up so she could lean her cheek against one of them, Maea played with the hem of her dress, folding and unfolding the drying cloth between her slender fingers. "If there's anything I can do...?" Besides dunking him in the river Maea wasn't sure what to offer, but was open to suggestions. She couldn't chase away his nightmares, nor would she be able to stay with him every waking hour of the day - that kind of thing wasn't good for anyone, no matter how well they got along - but perhaps there were other things that might put him at ease, so that this harrowing self-harming pattern wouldn't be so tempting to repeat.
It's just your shadow on the floor
