Blood sweat and tears

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Maea did not expand on her family situation. The subject was too painful, too tender. While Vai certainly did not seem adverse to listening if she really wanted to talk, the younger woman found it awkward to place focus too much on herself. It was safer to empathise with Ashe who had lost a brother - gods, how she knew what thst was like! - and with Vervain, who had lost an almost-son... or brother? Friend? Regardless of the label, the pain was the same. "Well... there's always the question why the demon was there in the first place" Maea said, always the source of reassurance. "Was it to guard the Spire from us, or us from the Spire?  No one has been inside, so only the gods know what is hiding there. Maybe not even they..." She shrugged, and to her surprise found that she could do so without hurting. Carefully the girl stretched, breathed in deep and reached her arms forward, up and out... "Oh that is so much better!" she exclaimed cheerfully. She had been sure something was broken... but maybe not. "You're very good at this, miss!"