Maybe, I’m Sure

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." It was quite flattering to hear that she had been a source of calm for someone. Sweet, and a little painful, somehow, because how had she handled that? By disappearing. Even if it hadn't been intentional, Maea still felt responsible, and it was only Peter's continued list that kept her from succumbing to the urge to wallow in the guilt. Because it turned her world upside down. The news that he'd been adopted was fantastic, oh it really was, but it was the second revelation he shared that made her straighten up sharply, made her turn her whole, undivided attention to him and stare. Long and hard. "You... attuned? Even though... despite being abandoned?" It was a whisper, hoarse and painful, filled with volumes of emotion that neither timeslip nor the destruction of her home had managed to bring on. But this, this was momentuous. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, all she had wanted, all she hoped for and craved. "How? Who was it that accepted you?" She followed Peter as he headed for the door, disregarding the other revelations with a sharp nod and quick smile - she could congratulate him on the relationship updates later, could tell him about her chat with Adam and fill in the gaps of her whereabouts at some other time. No doubt she ought to say something sweet and congratulatory, but all her thoughts went straight back to the topic of attuning.