Ill-Made Martyr [Open]

MaeA Compassion for the impossibility of his situation constricted her throat in a painful lump, and though she kept smiling it was a sad cast to it that did little to cast cheer over the situation. "You learn soon enough, I'm sure. Should we go back outside? I can show you around, tell you more about this place. The seasons have changed just recently, and everyone is busy preparing for a festival that will be held soon..." Maybe fresh air and seeing the sky would help ground him, make the experience less frightening. Maea gestured for the door, offering him the chance to take the lead, and then headed outside herself. With her mind racing over all the things she would have to explain, she remembered att ge last moment that she had det to find out what he was called. "Do you have a name I could call you by?" she asked. you're so cold, but you feel alive.