A few marbles short

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Silence was not a problem. It had ever been a loyal companion to her over the years, and she embraced it patiently while Loren was lost in his own thoughts. When he broke it, chasing it off with his response, Maea smiled again. Small and grateful, it was all she could manage in her current state. Weariness weighed her down, bone deep, heavy enough to push her into the warm earth and bury her far from any distractions. If she fell asleep right then and there.... well. Perhaps not. It was still far too close to the Labyrinth for comfort. Rising up on her elbows with a grimace of discomfort - not from pain, mind, as her wounds were all but gone and only a few red streaks marked where the deepest of the cuts had been, but rather a soreness of strained muscles gone stiff - Maea watched as the other Loreseeker went over his pack. Had the Efas herb made it safely back? It would be very unfortunate to find it had fallen out somewhere along the way, because she was not going back in there anytime soon. Amalia or no. "After that daring rescue? Say whatever you like." She'd give him pretty much anything he asked for at this particular instant. Not sure what he was thinking, Maea waited with a brow raised, preparing herself for the worst.