[Mini Event] hands off your fate, child

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Voices were speaking to her. Familiar voices, loved voices, whom she asked too much of. Their gentle hands steadied her and pulled the sword from her hands, placed her on the ground where she gasped, grateful for the chance to rest. Then silence, long and tense; Maea would have filled it with questions if she could but merely breathing was too much of a chore. Then, a faint tremor moved from the ground and up through her, and running footsteps up the same stairs broke relief like a cooling wave over her burning, irritated skin. They came back. And healers were being summoned; good. Were they hurt though, had she done right in sending them down there, in asking them to risk themselves for others? She couldn't breathe. All around her hands tended to one injured and soothed coughs, but Maea was left alone. Like a ragdoll thrown aside on the ground, forgotten and ignored for now... She wouldn't blame them, had brought this upon herself and should probably fix it by herself too. No one else would, so... But then, someone was there. Not one of them, but a familiar silhouette in the dark, with strong hands that picked her up and carried her away from the Spire. No one seemed to notice. No one seemed to care. And Maea was in too much pain to notice that not all of it stemmed from her harried lungs. ____________ Maea is brought to the infirmary by Emmett. :)