My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

Halo, then, would be tricky, but not impossible to figure out, given enough time. And Liam had time between now and next LongHeat, time in which he surely could put something together. It would be worth it, for Maea to be able to visit Halo if she chose to. For now, though, the southern regions would have to be enough, especially with Deepfrost fast approaching. Thinking of that, Liam frowned slightly, even as Maea nestled into his side. "Will you be alright here, come Deepfrost?" he asked, already worrying. He hated to think of her suffering just to stay in the Greatwood, and would gladly travel with her to warmer climes if it came down to it.

Liam listened as Maea spoke of her family, his fingertips brushing her shoulder until she reached up to lace her fingers with his. It made him ache to imagine her as a child, without a mother and with a father who didn't appear to be very paternal - at least not in the ways that mattered to Liam. It wasn't pity that led him to squeeze her fingers, but a silent encouragement that she could keep going, if she wished to do so. "I'm sorry," he told her. For the losses, of course, but their hardship, too; for all that Maea put a brave face on it, going hungry was one thing that Liam struggled to imagine. "The Grounds sound like a difficult place to grow up."

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam