MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Approaching steps made her look up. Amun came back a little quicker than she might have advised him to, but Maea felt it in her bones that she was drained again. Spent, unable to lift so much as a pebble. He should be fine.
Dazed, she did not try to pull away from his ministrations. She did want to protest his use of a sleeve to wipe away the blood - she had a handkerchief, somewhere - but only managed to shake her head a little. Lean into him as he supported her, helped her up. While not exactly warm, the ascended was still not half as cold as her skin; only the dark rags about her shoulders kept her from getting frostbitten by her own magic.
"Always something," she said, voice a little slurred. "Are you... okay?" There was a touch of color to her eyes as she looked up at him. A pale shade of lavender, soft and worried; she didn't want to have hurt him. Even by accident.
Dazed, she did not try to pull away from his ministrations. She did want to protest his use of a sleeve to wipe away the blood - she had a handkerchief, somewhere - but only managed to shake her head a little. Lean into him as he supported her, helped her up. While not exactly warm, the ascended was still not half as cold as her skin; only the dark rags about her shoulders kept her from getting frostbitten by her own magic.
"Always something," she said, voice a little slurred. "Are you... okay?" There was a touch of color to her eyes as she looked up at him. A pale shade of lavender, soft and worried; she didn't want to have hurt him. Even by accident.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
