Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

It was not a good feeling, coming back to find Wraen laid low and Towhee in charge.  Not that Maia thought it was a bad thing her big sister had stepped down; she was thrilled she was getting a break, actually! But the reasons sucked, and reminded her of a few years back, when she'd thought she'd killed her.  Not a great memory, actually.

Honestly, Maia had been a little bit of a mess recently anyway, and had been wandering a little more than usual because of it.  She put that on pause to help Wraen out, but her brain was still spinning on a few different things.  Especially because Wraen being sick meant... well...

Hfffff.  Maia, your such an idiot, cmon.  Chiding herself, she came to where Wraen was dozing.  Not wanting to wake her sister up, she settled a short distance off, then lowered her head to stare at the trees.  When she woke up, Maia would be there if she needed anything... but for now, she was alone with her thoughts.  Oh, jeeze, c'mon.