your hands are scarred from murder

MAEA

His lack of reaction was if possibly more worrying than anything else. Though she searched his eyes for some clue as to what he might be feeling - she usually managed just fine on that front - there was, for once, not even a hint to be found in the gray clouds behind gaze. Nor did his voice help, because it was very even, very calm... though, perhaps the words were a bit too casual? Maea swallowed. Nodded.

"I... wanted to get one, so I could go swimming with you. Not just by the surface, near the shore but... deeper, and further. I thought, if I had this, I wouldn't slow you down... by needing to... breathe so... often..?"  

The further she came in that scentense, the more the girl shrunk under his gaze, and the quieter her voice became. Maea all but held her breath, waiting for this looming threat of a storm to break, or clear or... anything.

It... did not really help that she knew it'd been a reckless thing. "But I'm fine, really!" she tried to add, quickly before he could interrupt. "I was healed, so it's not bleeding anymore and the concussion is gone. Well... mostly. and the bruises... should be a lot better than they were too." Maea attempted a smile, hoping this would cheer him up. It could have been worse! It had been worse, but wasn't anymore. Great, right?

Right?

Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond

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