Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
All went quiet. As her fire died out and the Villi scattered like ashes in the wind, Maea inhaled slowly and let out a wordless sigh of relief. It was hard to take in the enormity of what had just happened. Still reeling, she barely registered the last lick of fire from someone further away or how it singed the hem of her coat. Slowly approaching what remained of the specter, a cautious prod of a pile of rags had a lacy piece of cloth clinging to her glaive. Getting tired of my own words
Examining it dubiously, she eventually shrugged and pocketed the fabric, before turning around to see who she'd been fighting with. Koa was indeed there, and Jack, and apparently so was Asta and Thalassa both... Taking a deep breath she spared them nothing more than a polite nod before turning towards the others.
"Does anyone need healing?" she asked, willing to assist so that all could leave the area in one piece. If that was the case she would linger a while longer; though by the time dawn brightened the horizon, she planned to be far, far away from the Burrows.
Maea loots a piece of Spectral Villis Lace, and offers to heal anyone who needs it.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
