[o] [SE] everything that we should be

Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Lingering by the counter with a knowing smile as Sohalia flitted off to find more cloth, for a few peaceful minutes she could simply absorb the air around her. A scent of dust and dye was suppressed by strategically placed containers of potpourri, countered by the lemonbalm scouring soap used to keep the floors spotless. It was a pleasant store. Orderly, clean and the assistant had been polite as well as helpful in her recommendations over yardage and sewing thread and things Maea hadn't even considered.

It was almost with regret that she joined Sohalia and made to leave. Pale brows shot up beneath the harsh line of her bangs, surprised at the offer. "That's very kind of you to offer, Sohalia," she replied with warmth in her voice. "If you're sure it's not imposing on you, then I would be happy to accept. But don't hesitate to let me know if you would like your space back - I'd hate to overstay." They weren't that familiar, and to the intensely private ancient this was borderline scandalous... but a quiet part at the back of her mind had to wonder if it wasn't easier for the Luminary to host guests, than to sit with the silence and sorrowthat remained - like so much shattered glass - where a vibrant bond should be.

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay