Where do I go from here?

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." A sidelong glance at the woman is all the response Maea gives to the professed sunlight problem. The look in her eyes suggests she has a lot of thoughts about the subject, but the very recent conversation argument with Amun makes her keep any opinions to herself. Not that she should judge anyone herself. Maea's skin is already burned and flaking from too much exposure, though her own sensitivity has more to do with the white hair and colorless eyes than... anything else. Getting out of the sun is a relief, regardless. She slipped quietly into the offered seat, and accepted the water with a grateful nod. Sipping at it carefully, the pale girl could feel the headache begin to recede, and it was a bliss to feel the cool liquid soothe her chapped lips. "Thank you" she said after a while, her voice hoarse again; a sore croak, from speaking too little and drinking not enough. "It's Rex... right?" She hazarded a guess at the name. It sounded right, at least, and she hoped it was close enough. Would be somewhat embarrassing to get it wrong when this person clearly knew her. "I'm sorry. My memory seems to be a bit... jumbled."