There was glimpse of white as somewhone moved past the entrance, paused in hesitation, and then doubled back. Maea stole a glance into the room, and when she noticed the man inside she hovered indecisively for a while before a few cautious steps brought her inside. Pale eyes darted over the empty cots, the shelves lined with supplies and eventually came to rest on the man. She had a thoughtful purse to her mouth as she regarded him, but whatever went on inside her mind would not show on the young womans face.
"Are you a healer?" she eventually asked. "There is something I need help with..."
This had not strictly been her intention, but praying had calmed her enough that the idea of sharing her troubles with someone didn't seem as preposterous as usual. What harm could it do to ask? And maybe, just maybe, if the gods saw her trying to solve her own problems, they might become more inclined to lend a hand.
"Are you a healer?" she eventually asked. "There is something I need help with..."
This had not strictly been her intention, but praying had calmed her enough that the idea of sharing her troubles with someone didn't seem as preposterous as usual. What harm could it do to ask? And maybe, just maybe, if the gods saw her trying to solve her own problems, they might become more inclined to lend a hand.
