MAEA
Another item on the list of 'please fix this'. Did The Voice ever grow tired of such requests... or did it fuel her, to be able to lend aid? Maea admitted to herself that she was growing increasingly more curious about the new goddess. "It's worth asking," she replied.
Amun's question brought her attention back to the arm. Reluctantly. Unwilling to linger on the damage, or what caused it. She flexed her fingers again and felt them respond sluggishly, as if cogs and wheels had gone misaligned. She did an internal scan.
"It doesn't hurt, and I can use the hand. But I am losing fluid still, and too much tissue has been burned." Maea grimaced lightly, then extended the arm to her brother so he could wrap it up better. "Will Isla really be able to fix it?"
Amun's question brought her attention back to the arm. Reluctantly. Unwilling to linger on the damage, or what caused it. She flexed her fingers again and felt them respond sluggishly, as if cogs and wheels had gone misaligned. She did an internal scan.
"It doesn't hurt, and I can use the hand. But I am losing fluid still, and too much tissue has been burned." Maea grimaced lightly, then extended the arm to her brother so he could wrap it up better. "Will Isla really be able to fix it?"
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
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