The Sunspire I want to dance in the graveyards

C'mon Maia, pull yourself together, she thought as Wraen forgave her, the gesture about sending her into another round of relieved hysterics.  Ok.  She had this.

And, at that moment, her stomach gave an audible growl.  She hadn't eaten in a few days, and had barely drank much either.  She giggled a little sheepishly at the noise and the release of tension.  "A lake thou- Yeah." She nodded eagerly.  She hadn't wanted company, but she didn't want to be alone either, and if anyone was gonna get her mind off things it was Wraen.

Something was still on her mind though, and after a moment she brought it up for conversation.  "D'you... D'you think Rannoch'th mad? At me.... f'r runnin?" Her words were somewhat stilted and chosen carefully, but she looked at Wraen somewhat earnestly.  She hadn't exactly put her best foot forward here.