You're so cold
but you feel alive
This was... quite different from what she had expected. Maea thought back to what he had said by the river, about how she might learn more about what he did 'in time'. Was this what he had been referring to? A den of spies?
"I see," she responded, hiding behind the glass as she did so. The stillness of her small, slender frame did not betray the intense thinking that went on behind those pale, attentive eyes. Some might be bothered by this. Call it snooping, worry about what secrets this hidden group might possess. Not her, not really. She had spent enough time around the Provost to know that information was the same regardless of how one obtained it, and the important part was how one chose to utilize it.
"So, if someone were to, say, steal something of value from me. You could find out who did it and get it back?" she asked, seeking his gaze for confirmation. Her words were framed kindly, as if she hadn't already figured out they might be open to do the very opposite too. "Who did Zariah want you to spy on?"
"I see," she responded, hiding behind the glass as she did so. The stillness of her small, slender frame did not betray the intense thinking that went on behind those pale, attentive eyes. Some might be bothered by this. Call it snooping, worry about what secrets this hidden group might possess. Not her, not really. She had spent enough time around the Provost to know that information was the same regardless of how one obtained it, and the important part was how one chose to utilize it.
"So, if someone were to, say, steal something of value from me. You could find out who did it and get it back?" she asked, seeking his gaze for confirmation. Her words were framed kindly, as if she hadn't already figured out they might be open to do the very opposite too. "Who did Zariah want you to spy on?"
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
