New perspective

MaeA There wasn't much Maea could say that would help. These things happened every year, though not usually to so many at the same time. But each Longnight someone inevitably ran out of luck, and the only thing anyone could do was to comfort the living, pick up the pieces and carry on. "I'm glad you four made it at least she said, and came over to touch the taller girl's shoulder in sympathy, shyness forgotten in the face of Phoebe's tragedy. "If ever there is anything I can do to help, just let me know." Outlander or no, this girl was alright; kind, caring and gentle. Maea could see them becoming friends, if nothing else happened, and the thought cheered her up a little. "Out for a walk, or were you heading somewhere?" she asked, with a tilt of the head. you're so cold, but you feel alive.