Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
She would have to stand eventually, and walk - unless he planned on carrying her. Disregarding any attempts at coddling, she offered him a faint smile and assessed the crack. "It will be a squeeze," she admitted, "but it should work. If I get stuck, you'll know."
Easing away from Amun, she turned sideways and measured her shoulder against the gap. Considering, she slipped off the heavy coat and handed it to her brother, then tried again. It took some time, and left behind both torn skin and strands of hair on the walls, but with a final push from her, Maea toppled out into the open. The mist had thinned, gradually burned off by the rising sun; she squinted against the light and shrank back from it, wary of its effect on her in this weakened state.
"I'm out," she called back, as if it wasn't already obvious.
Easing away from Amun, she turned sideways and measured her shoulder against the gap. Considering, she slipped off the heavy coat and handed it to her brother, then tried again. It took some time, and left behind both torn skin and strands of hair on the walls, but with a final push from her, Maea toppled out into the open. The mist had thinned, gradually burned off by the rising sun; she squinted against the light and shrank back from it, wary of its effect on her in this weakened state.
"I'm out," she called back, as if it wasn't already obvious.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
