Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Humming as she rolled her shirt down and stuck her arms through the coat sleeves, Maea tried to let the sentiment reassure her. Telling herself that it wasn't personal almost helped. "Guess I'm just impatient, with so little time left to the war, and so many things I need to do if I'm to be of any use."
Rising from the cot, she trailed after Isla. The layout of the infirmary had changed slightly since she'd last been there, but for the most part everything seemed the same.
"Not really. I know how to change bandages, that's about it." Her gaze wandered from the room at large to the Overseer. "Have you done this for a long time? Patching people up, and all that."
Rising from the cot, she trailed after Isla. The layout of the infirmary had changed slightly since she'd last been there, but for the most part everything seemed the same.
"Not really. I know how to change bandages, that's about it." Her gaze wandered from the room at large to the Overseer. "Have you done this for a long time? Patching people up, and all that."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
