Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
It was probably the best she could hope for at the moment. Content with what small gains they had made, Maea grinned at him as he shoved back, actually proud over his willingness to try and change these things he had such trouble with.
Her legs were slowly killing her. "I'm sure you'll do fine," she told him with confidence, and began to work herself back up on her feet. Stamping out the numbness in her leg muscles, the girl offered Loren a hand to help him up.
"Seen enough for today?" she asked him. "I think this place must be even better in the evening, when we can see the light shine properly." She would have to come back later; there was still far too much daylight to linger for the full turn of day.
Her legs were slowly killing her. "I'm sure you'll do fine," she told him with confidence, and began to work herself back up on her feet. Stamping out the numbness in her leg muscles, the girl offered Loren a hand to help him up.
"Seen enough for today?" she asked him. "I think this place must be even better in the evening, when we can see the light shine properly." She would have to come back later; there was still far too much daylight to linger for the full turn of day.
