if it doesn't burn a little
Maybe she should be annoyed at his reaction, but she is not. They each process grief differently, and she can point out all she wants that Maea would have wanted them to keep living, but it doesn’t make it any easier. She just shakes her head slightly, at herself, at the situation, but not at him. ”It’s okay,” she says, dismissing the outburst.
Weaver moves to the small desk, beginning to look for the notebook that Maea had said would be in here. She’s not sure where to find it, but it is what she has come for. Again, she feels like she’s invading private space when she should not be, but of course, Maea would never be back for these things.
”It sucks. Gods, I know it sucks,” she says, a hand reaching up to tug gently at the braid that covers her scar. It is an unconscious gesture, but one that speaks volumes in its own way. ”Last time I saw her, we made plans to work on ciders together, some cocktails for the Kraai,” she says, assuming he has heard about the new bar going in Halo. If Neron hadn’t told him, rumors and gossip would have. ’I just keep imagining all the things we will never get to do now. But there’s a notebook here with recipes she left for me. At least I can make them for her.”
Weaver moves to the small desk, beginning to look for the notebook that Maea had said would be in here. She’s not sure where to find it, but it is what she has come for. Again, she feels like she’s invading private space when she should not be, but of course, Maea would never be back for these things.
”It sucks. Gods, I know it sucks,” she says, a hand reaching up to tug gently at the braid that covers her scar. It is an unconscious gesture, but one that speaks volumes in its own way. ”Last time I saw her, we made plans to work on ciders together, some cocktails for the Kraai,” she says, assuming he has heard about the new bar going in Halo. If Neron hadn’t told him, rumors and gossip would have. ’I just keep imagining all the things we will never get to do now. But there’s a notebook here with recipes she left for me. At least I can make them for her.”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
