Firestone Hot Springs please sign on the dotted line

slowly, and secretly of course, Maera questioned the younger male's capacity to catch on to her jokes and appreciate her witty remarks. She never thought that maybe, her jokes were lacking said wit. No, that wasn't it. Maybe the near-death experience had scared off the male's humor.
Maybe, if she had known he thought her answers as useless, she would've just exploded on him.

Before she could decide whether or not to pull one of her always trustworthy excuses to leave, Maera found his green eyes looking expectantly at her again. "maera sveijarn" she barked, not leaving out her last name despite he had chosen to do so. For Maera being who she was, coming from where she'd come from,  had always been something to be proud of. Plus, her last name was perhaps the only thing her parents had left her.