another one bites the dust

Maea

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

Maea's head tilted as she turned her gaze to him, curious about the awkward tone. "Is that so? What do you usually talk about then? I've actually no idea what you two do, besides drink and fight. Oh, and swim." Her tone was gently teasing, rather amused.

It was her turn to reach out, to place a hand on Loren's shoulder. His tension was palpable, and she tried her best to be soothing, calm. "Then that's how it is," she said, with simple acceptance. "Just keep doing what works now. I'm really proud to see how far you've come in this short time... it's impressive." Maea squeezed her grip a little, smiling at him, her gaze warm.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh