[PQ] this fate is well deserved

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." She had wondered about who would end up taking the challenge of rebuilding the temple and restoring the shrine. Maea had wanted to, had prayed over it and pulled long nights in the Atheneum searching for blueprints, maps, anything at all that might relate to the Temple and its construction, in case it might provide some insight. In the end, she found very little that was of any help. And even when her prayers went unanswered, it seemed others were more fortunate - as per usual. Still, the girl would never begrudge anyone the favor she so sorely wanted, and especially not as the favor had gone to Sunjata, this time. It felt only right, after everything he'd endured. Of course, she would not be left out of this task, if there was anything at all she could do to help. She was dressed for work when she showed up, in the usual breeches and shirt that seemed even larger on her than usual, as if they'd grown a bit larger - or she'd become even smaller. Thinner, skinnier - if that was even possible. But despite dark rings under the eyes and something hollow about her cheeks, the girl was in a good mood and practically bounced up to Sunjata, a wide smile on her lips. "Seeker Valair, reporting for duty, sir!" she told him, topping off with a salute she'd seen some of the people around the militia barracks use. "Happy to help any way I can." Eager to please, almost desperate to prove she could be of use... to the Grounds, to the Gods... and perhaps even to him.