Wrap your teeth around the pavement

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Maea felt raw, scraped bare. Tender and oozing, like all of her self was one big tumble of skinned knees, with gravel still clinging to the flesh. Only reluctantly did she lift her head from his shoulder, let him wipe away her tears with calloused fingers that were surprisingly tender. Maea sniffled, wishing for a handkerchief to blow her nose; like a petulant child she settled for the sleeve of her dress. Wiping a rather inelegant line across her cheek, before she could get it all away. What a mess she was. "What do I do until I figure it out?" she asked. Her voice was a hoarse mess, only half there at all. Sounding as lost and lonely and foundering as a ship wrecked upon some foreign shore, unable to move at all. Neither back, nor forward. Stuck. At least he was there to achor her down. It felt as though Sunjata had been the only fixed point in her life. Well... aside from maybe Ludo. But the ragged Herald was not here, was not the one who held her and told her everything would be alright. That was all warm Flood hands and ocean eyes. Her head leaned in, until her forhead could rest against his. Eyes closed, his breath like mist on her face.