All the shards we keep stepping on

Maea scowled down at the ground, and Liam frowned, not liking that he'd caused her mood to shift so suddenly. Perhaps he should have kept Thalassa's involvement to himself - but he couldn't bring himself to lie to Maea, either, so what was he to do? Despite all that had happened, despite how his loyalties had shifted, he couldn't help but be drawn to Maea - perhaps now more so than ever, now that his inhibitions seemed so very far away. His touch seemed to draw her out of her unhappiness, at least in part. With her arm in his grasp, he traced a light line down to take her hand. At her question, his brow creased, a marked hesitation creating new space between them. Still, he ran his thumb over her knuckles, grounding himself in the fact that she was still here. "I... do you want to see me?" he asked softly. Never mind that he wasn't sure what home meant anymore. It had been Stormbreak, and then the Greatwood, but now... now, he felt torn. He could be of the most use in Stormbreak, since the mass exodus from the city had left it without many soldiers. But, for better or worse, his heart lay amongst the trees. "Or would you rather have space?" Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes