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Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

It was the cold that set her into motion again. Once the bite of the wind stopped being pleasant and the brazier no longer sufficed in keeping her limber, Maea tucked her hands into dee povkets and turned to leave. Hidden from view by the larger skyship she missed docking of a smaller, intimately familiar boat, and hearing her name called took her completely by surprpise. Wide eyed she turned around to see Alys come hasting towards her, and all thought of gloom and bad temper vanished.
"Alys!" Smiling, she opened her arms wide to sweep her friend into a tight hug. "It's really good to see you, you've no idea. All's well? Is Tal with you?" He would be busy, no doubt, tending to ship and messages, but perhaps when all the work was done they could all catch up. For now, Alys was plenty, more than enough - Maea didn't really want to let go of her, and not just because she was warmer than anything else in this place.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3