"That might be better, if it's not too taxing?" She smiled at him, grateful to be allowed to linger. He had always been a reassuring figure in her mind, for all their disagreements... And Maea was starting to agree it was all because of her own actions. Her lack of afterthought before leaping into things.
"I knew both of them," she sighed, rubbing the rain from her face with a small hand. "I was their first contact when they arrived, and Peter stayed on my farm for a while... Adam... was the first to greet me welcome home when I came back. And they were both like brothers to Sunjata." The loss was immense, unspeakable, and for more people than just those who participated in the quest. Maea thought she sensed held back words in the bard, but was glad he withheld them. Didn't lay them on her.
She was even more grateful at the concern, the simple touch of his hand om her shoulder. Maea leaned into it, and bit her lip, tried to figure out where to even start.
"He... lost his lover, some years ago, before he came here," she began. "Quite horrifically. And just when he had begun to start over here, she appeared here on Caido. Lusea?" Maea glanced at Jigano, to see if he recognized the name. "And just as quickly, she was taken from him again. And... he has not been dealing with it. Not really. And now..." She sucked in a breath, throat tightening. The pain and confusion all coming back to the surface. "I love him, Jigano. And.. he says he loves me too. Only, he also said he still loves her too, and just waits for her to appear again, like last time. Says he needs time, to figure out what he wants. What to do with himself. And distance. So... I don't know where it leaves us. Together or not? Friends, or more? I... have no idea what to do."
It was a rather hopeless situation. Maea left to wait for however long, for something that may or might never happen. Unable to give up, or let go, because what if he decided he wanted her? Them?
"It's a mess." A rather painful one. Definitely not a situation fit for building houses or dreams.
Maea
this too shall pass
