What kind of answer was that? Either your were something or you were not, right? Maea raised a brow and studied the man more closely, the wary distance she maintained like a wall of skepticism. He seemed far too old to be an apprentice, not old enough to be retired, not arrogant enough for a specialist... But perhaps there was more to him than she could discern from a superficial glance.
"I need someone to take a look at my eyes" she offered, as there was no real point in backing off now. "I want to know if they can be fixed."
He could have spared himself the effort of not oogling. Maea was so used to the stares that she hardly noticed it anymore, accustomed to the look of surprise or unease on the faces of others. Indeed, she showed no such restraints herself as she squinted at the stranger. It was the first time she ever spoke to an outlander like this. After a lifetime of seeing nothing but the same old people, coming across a new face was... intriguing. Maea wondered where he had come from, what kind of life he'd lived before now.
"I need someone to take a look at my eyes" she offered, as there was no real point in backing off now. "I want to know if they can be fixed."
He could have spared himself the effort of not oogling. Maea was so used to the stares that she hardly noticed it anymore, accustomed to the look of surprise or unease on the faces of others. Indeed, she showed no such restraints herself as she squinted at the stranger. It was the first time she ever spoke to an outlander like this. After a lifetime of seeing nothing but the same old people, coming across a new face was... intriguing. Maea wondered where he had come from, what kind of life he'd lived before now.
