With every broken bone, I swear I lived
He was not hurt. That was good. At some later point in time she would remember that and be saved by it, by the knowledge that the only one wounded was her. And maybe some day she would be able to forgive herself, too, for putting her life at risk without need or reason; but not yet. Still raw, still bleeding from mental wounds the healing fountain couldn't reach, for the time being all Maea wanted was her home, her enchanted woods, and her partner's arms around her.
"Thank you," she mumbled, patting Noah's arm again with that same awkwardness. "We'll talk later. Yeah? Later." When she could view the day's catastrophe from a distance, and had a chance to process all the clashing emotions. Trying to do it now..m would not go well. She knew it, and he seemed to realize that too, and Maea was grateful to have a friend like that. Would be, at least, when she could feel anything properly again.
Sloshing about in the water in a battle against unresponsive limbs, it took her more effort than usual to get up. Gingery clambering over the rim, water splattered onto paved ground as she wrung out her hair, her dress, the dark red robe that kept her clothes from burning as she summoned fire and draped it around her shoulders like a blanket to dry. Even while looking every bit like a drenched kitten, Maea's spine remained straight, confidence in tatters but pride refusing to let it show. She simply waited until Noah got up, prepared to follow him towards the harbour. A cabin wouldn't be wrong right now; even if the ship didn't depart right away she'd be able to lie down, shut the world away, and maybe break down a bit.
Yes, she wanted that.
"Thank you," she mumbled, patting Noah's arm again with that same awkwardness. "We'll talk later. Yeah? Later." When she could view the day's catastrophe from a distance, and had a chance to process all the clashing emotions. Trying to do it now..m would not go well. She knew it, and he seemed to realize that too, and Maea was grateful to have a friend like that. Would be, at least, when she could feel anything properly again.
Sloshing about in the water in a battle against unresponsive limbs, it took her more effort than usual to get up. Gingery clambering over the rim, water splattered onto paved ground as she wrung out her hair, her dress, the dark red robe that kept her clothes from burning as she summoned fire and draped it around her shoulders like a blanket to dry. Even while looking every bit like a drenched kitten, Maea's spine remained straight, confidence in tatters but pride refusing to let it show. She simply waited until Noah got up, prepared to follow him towards the harbour. A cabin wouldn't be wrong right now; even if the ship didn't depart right away she'd be able to lie down, shut the world away, and maybe break down a bit.
Yes, she wanted that.
maea
