MAEA
Closing her eyes, she savored the comfort in his touch. His hand was steady and warm, very strong and very capable, and Maea was tired enough that she could have fallen asleep on it, right there. Sitting up, with the tunic awkwardly trapping her arm like Wicker Woman branches. He withdrew it all too soon, however, and she reluctantly looked up again at his question. Glanced to the bed, longing to just topple onto it and black out.
But she was sticky. And itchy from the salt. And it would only get worse if she slept in it, let the skin dry out and become flaky. The girl sighed. "I can walk," she said, with a tone of someone who lamented this fact very much.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed the arm back out through the sleeve again - it hurt just as much as trying to bring it the other way, and left her gasping for breath - but with a pained sigh she stood. Swaying a little. Then began to drag herself off towards the door again, like some shuffling undead. There was a definite limp to her step, on the leg she'd favored from his touch.
But she was sticky. And itchy from the salt. And it would only get worse if she slept in it, let the skin dry out and become flaky. The girl sighed. "I can walk," she said, with a tone of someone who lamented this fact very much.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed the arm back out through the sleeve again - it hurt just as much as trying to bring it the other way, and left her gasping for breath - but with a pained sigh she stood. Swaying a little. Then began to drag herself off towards the door again, like some shuffling undead. There was a definite limp to her step, on the leg she'd favored from his touch.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
