Following Jigano's voice, she found him easily enough.
"Hello, Jigano. I hope this is not a bad time..."
The white haired man with his calm demeanor and easy manners was a welcome sight, and as she made her way over the rubble Maea accepted the steadying hand with a disproportionate amount of gratitude. Not so much because of the help but for the gesture, the fact that she was welcomed with such natural acceptance, as if her being there was neither strange nor unexpected. She could have kissed him for that, if such casual frivolity har been in her nature, but as it was the pale-faced young woman settled for the ghost of a smile, all the was able to manage right now.
It died off soon enough as she faced Sam, but though instinct and old habit told her to keep her distance with new people, her emotions were too numb for such things at the moment. Raw, bruised, bent out of shape... Perhaps not the ultimate time to make new acquaintances. Then again, why not. If they could see her at her worst and still stand to linger, it was all anyone should really ask for.
"Hi" she greeted him back, and took in the thin build and ruddy hair with a squint, coaxing her failing eyes to wrestle details out of the general blur. "I remember, Jigano mentioned you the other day..." She glanced at the tall outlander, briefly wondering where Isuma was before the continued. "I'm not... Not yet, though I think I'd like to be? I was hoping there was something I could help with."
Something away from home, anything that did not leave her alone in that place.
"Hello, Jigano. I hope this is not a bad time..."
The white haired man with his calm demeanor and easy manners was a welcome sight, and as she made her way over the rubble Maea accepted the steadying hand with a disproportionate amount of gratitude. Not so much because of the help but for the gesture, the fact that she was welcomed with such natural acceptance, as if her being there was neither strange nor unexpected. She could have kissed him for that, if such casual frivolity har been in her nature, but as it was the pale-faced young woman settled for the ghost of a smile, all the was able to manage right now.
It died off soon enough as she faced Sam, but though instinct and old habit told her to keep her distance with new people, her emotions were too numb for such things at the moment. Raw, bruised, bent out of shape... Perhaps not the ultimate time to make new acquaintances. Then again, why not. If they could see her at her worst and still stand to linger, it was all anyone should really ask for.
"Hi" she greeted him back, and took in the thin build and ruddy hair with a squint, coaxing her failing eyes to wrestle details out of the general blur. "I remember, Jigano mentioned you the other day..." She glanced at the tall outlander, briefly wondering where Isuma was before the continued. "I'm not... Not yet, though I think I'd like to be? I was hoping there was something I could help with."
Something away from home, anything that did not leave her alone in that place.
