It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

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

She could only nod at that, in quiet agreement. Not only for his part but her own as well. At least this time they had food to round out the alcohol with, and no bottle each of wine to devour. And all the cutting words had been delivered already, right? Only thing left to set their teeth to was the food.

Maea filled their plates, bowed her head in quiet thanks, and took a bite when she realized he was waiting for her to start. The stew was simple, plain and nothing remarkable, but it seemed the quality of the ingredients were far superior here compared to the Grounds. What would have been barely passable there had somehow become actually good here... and surprise was written plain on the girl's face as she took another bite. Eyes turning to her host, to see his reaction.

"For my cooking, it's a bit of a miracle," she mumbled.

And it hit her then. Like a quiet wave of light, rising up from within. Ah, they were together again. Actually there, in the same room, by the same table. Sharing a meal, struggling to make conversation in the wake of their first real fight... trying to define what this new space was. But still together.

"Thank you, for letting me come here tonight," she said, that quiet warmth lacing through her voice. "It means... a lot." Everything, actually. Like they were still trying.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh