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

"That's wonderful to hear," Maea replied, and for once there was nothing awkward in a turn of phrase that normally tasted of platitude. "You've both been on my mind for a long time, just wasn't sure if you - and especially he - needed more space... And I'll admit I've been eather wrapped up in things around here." Dragging a hand over her brow with a grimace of recalled exhaustion, the ancient linked arms with her friend and had to stifle a yawn, glad for the support when the drop in energy staggered her mid stride. "Nowhere in particular, no, just indoors somewhere," she went on. "Are you hungry? There's a nice restaurant by the foot of the tree here, they've got a bit of everything." Close enough to be easy for Tal to find, once he was done with work, and hopefully not too busy this time of day.

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

base inspired by Odd <3