Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Lowering the prism back after confirming that indeed, the ship showed no difference when the lense was held differently, she regarded it, turning the glass over in her palm. This meant she was now in possession of two god-made items... it both thrilled and distressed her, because Maea had no idea if it meant anything to have them. If there might be repercussions to losing them. The Rags she never left out of sight, but... so far, she'd not been half as careful with the lense.
"I see. Well... if you're sure you don't want it back - " she looked up at Remi, searching him as she paused to give him a chance to change his mind "- then I'll take good care of it. And if you ever need it for anything, you only have to say the word." She would return it, or lend it, or assist in whatever way she could. It was the least she could offer in exchange.
"I see. Well... if you're sure you don't want it back - " she looked up at Remi, searching him as she paused to give him a chance to change his mind "- then I'll take good care of it. And if you ever need it for anything, you only have to say the word." She would return it, or lend it, or assist in whatever way she could. It was the least she could offer in exchange.
