Ill-Made Martyr [Open]

MaeA The knife had startled her, but as soon as she realized it had been to show her how rather than anything to do with the knife itself, the tension seeped from her along with a breath witheld. She opened her moth to say something, reassure him, but the man had slipped off into some darker place and his tongue stumbled over itself in a way that reminded her of Sam. But rather than a true stutter, this seemed to have more to do about fear, trauma, something inherently of the mind and it was painful to consider what kind of world the young man must have come from if it could make her think of Caido as the better place to be. Without thinking, wishing only to reassure him Maea reached out a hand for his arm, hoping it would anchor him back here, where it was calm and bright and peaceful. "I'm sorry about my reaction" she said, "I'm just not used to being around weapon. Not... that kind." Her hunting har been done by way of trapping, or throwing stones at small animals with her magic. A gift, it seemed, they shared. "If you can make things, it means you have magic" she tried to tell him. "It also means you are an Abandoned. Just like me." you're so cold, but you feel alive.