in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
There’s a light tilt to her head as Maea suggests that there’s the possibility of not many naturals that feel up to the task. And she nods, consideringly. She doesn’t think it’s so much of not being up for the task as it is the idea of it being such a monumental task. There’s a whole world of the unknown out there, just waiting – with no idea of what yet to expect, what storm will come next. At the mention of Wessex though, there’s a light tilt to her head in agreement. Different, at least to Rexanna, was good. Wessex was far more sharp edged than Rexanna was – and working together, well, she likes to think the two of them make a fairly good team.The question of the Ascension being how she got better, Rexanna nods to that. “I’m sure had I not been Ascended, I probably would’ve died.” There’s almost a far away look to her gaze before she shakes her head and takes a completely unnecessary breath. “But, I was healed enough to go see the Voice once LongNight was over. But for a while there I was blind, my wrists were broken, a few ribs were gone, and my nose was broken as well.” She shrugs, gaze lifting back to Maea with a soft smile. “And then she fixed me after I gathered a few things with help.” A small shrug at that.
But as the Penumbra mentions the things Maea might be able to try and do to make a small amount of normalcy within her life, her head cocks curiously to her at the mention of the land for the Infirmary. And well, that was a very intriguing idea indeed. “I think Phoebe is in charge of the Infirmary now, she also has the Medical College in the Settlement. Perhaps you could speak with her about lending some of the land?” That’s definitely a thought, and part of her is almost sure that Phoebe would be delighted to have the help and the space.
REXANNA
