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Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Maea was brought out of her conversation with Sunjata by the crash as Libbs fell into the racks. Alarmed by the woman's unconcsious state, Maea got to her feet and was halfway around the bar before Sunjata even leaned to pick Libbs up, worried that she'd been injured. "Of course, I'll get it. You can take her to my room, it's not too much of a mess," she said. Reaching for a bucket, Maea also found a few rags and some plain water, and followed after Sunjata, indicating with a wave of a hand that Harper was welcome to join as well. Hurrying to overtake the bartender, she led the way to her room at the far end of the corridor and pulled the door open to let them in. Simple and tasteful in decoration, it was clear Maea had not made much of an effort to make herself at home in the room. Books and papers were stacked high on available surfaces, but beyond signs of intense and sometimes messy study, there were very few personal items around. A small bag with belonings stood in a corner, some clothes were neatly folded and stashed away on a shelf, and hanging from a peg on the wall was the bow Sunjata had given her, not so very long ago. "Come in," Maea said, and nodded at the neatly made bed - it looked hardly slept in at all. "It should be quiet enough in here."