[TW] Out with the old, in with the new

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

"Maybe they thought you needed it," she suggested, casual as if they were talking about giving away a pair of shoes, rather than saving his life. Having asked similar questions herself, it told Maea more than she wanted to know about this guy. Perhaps it had been a mistake to approach. Was she really committed enough to deal with this level of broken?

The notion that she had been brought in the same as him - or that she was going to eat him - had her lips tugging at the corners, not quite a smile, but almost.
"Not today, I don't think. Ask me again when you can put up a bit of a fight." Pursing her lips at the sound of his stomach, she pointed off towards the Infirmary. "If you feel up to it, there's a washroom in there. You stink. Should be some clean clothes to borrow, too. When you're done, I'll get you something to eat. I can try to answer questions later."

It was the bare minimum of courtesy; she didn't have to get personally involved from merely going through the motions. A raised eyebrow suggested she was open to listen if he had objections - of course, listening and accepting bullshit were different things.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh