Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea wasn't in the mood to question him. Never really a morning person despite waking early, she was quiet and rather demure, the way she clipped her eyes at the world indicating she could easily fall back asleep, if given half the chance. Alas, her work ethics were far too strict for that. Before dawn, she would no doubt be back on the Academy rooftop, training or running, or perhaps meditating barefoot in the cold, as you do.
"That's something, at least," she just replied, and accepted the washcloth. Used it to wipe her eyes, and dampen her face; it was cool and refreshing, making her feel more awake. This time, she accepted the cup Loren offered without any fuss,
"Like I'm a piece of jerky hung out to dry," she admitted wearily. "Achy, raw, numb... but maybe a little clearer in the head. Maybe." Though it was difficult to say how long that would last. Being a consummate overthinker, Maea often painted herself into the same corners over and over again.
"That's something, at least," she just replied, and accepted the washcloth. Used it to wipe her eyes, and dampen her face; it was cool and refreshing, making her feel more awake. This time, she accepted the cup Loren offered without any fuss,
"Like I'm a piece of jerky hung out to dry," she admitted wearily. "Achy, raw, numb... but maybe a little clearer in the head. Maybe." Though it was difficult to say how long that would last. Being a consummate overthinker, Maea often painted herself into the same corners over and over again.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
