in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
The woman says nothing, but it doesn’t bother Rexanna any. Judging by the state of the pale woman, the chapped lips, it’s a wonder nobody else has offered the same so far. She still offers a gentle smile to her, willing and wanting to help, if for nothing else but that time that her and Deimos had gone to the Loreseekers and spoke with her about what could be done about the issues of that time, which had now seemed so little in comparison.Her hand is taken, and Rexanna helps her stand, a nod given to accept her offer, and so she begins to guide the girl. “Hold onto me, we have to cross the street but I can’t be out in the sun for long so we're going to try something.” She tells Maea, reaching for the technology in her pocket to activate and create that impenetrable darkness to dart across the street. And once she’s at the doorstep of her once home, she clicks it off and opens the door, guiding the girl within should she let her.
Only once they’re in, does Rexanna lower the parasol and her hood – emerald gaze flitting to the pale woman before gesturing to the seating area. “Here, take a seat. I’ll get you some water.” Departing from the entry way, Rexanna makes her way to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it with water, before returning.
REXANNA
