in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
The question absolutely catches her a bit off guard, and she contemplates exactly what it might be that Maea is seeking. Regardless, once the woman returns after getting more water, Rexanna allows her green gaze to linger on the pale, sunburned face as a contemplative look crosses her face – trying to figure out where to even start. The stories, indeed, aren’t kind. But she likes to think that she is, and mentally she hasn’t changed at all. Perhaps grown a bit more brazen, a bit more bold… But that wasn’t really too different in the end, was it?“Is there anything specifically you’d like to know? Or just… General things?” She asks at first, tilting her head as she contemplates it. “General things would be like… Well, we don’t need to eat or drink, but we do it for normalcy. Same with sleeping.” A brief pause, of how Bastien and her still slept with one another but she typically used it as a time to run scans. “We don’t feel pain either. That was the first to go when I Ascended.”
REXANNA
