[Training] Something old, something new

Maea I'm reaching out wide trying to catch myself before I fall Maea looked up at the sound of footsteps, her own stride faltering to a stop as she recognized the woman from the crowd that had gathered to whitness the battle against the demon. She hesitated, not sure if she really wanted to talk to anyone just now, but found that the other made the decision for her. An expression of gratitude, of thank you... It had the slender young woman grimace a bit, because she felt wholly undeserving of it. "No need to thank me" she mumbled, and inched a bit closer, just enough that the rain would catch on the ruin above and not her. The white hair was already wet and dripping, the hem of her skirt soggy and stained with mud; compared to the radiant, spotless beauty next to her, Maea felt as plain and bedraggled as she looked. "Rory was in the wrong, is all. There was no need to snap at anyone...." He had been right about other things though. The battle had been a mistake, and someone had died because of it. "What are you doing out here?"