Redhawk Caldera I'll just mix 'em in my drink

Redhawk Caldera, that was right.  She remembered now, she'd been debating coming in and seeing what it looked like when she saw him.  And then she'd run, and... fallen?  She didn't have the energy to piece it together any more than that, but she didn't really need to.  She really was lucky.  She didn't want to think what might have happened if they hadn't been here, and if Eljay hadn't been the one to find her.  She'd definitely left a trail that would be easy enough to follow; none of her wounds were immediately life threatening, but a number of them were deep and still slowly bleeding.  Hopefully she hadn't just led him right to them.

No, I was alone.  She was glad that she could reassure him, but for some reason, when she said it, her voice finally cracked as she started to cry.  Sorry, I'm just r-really glad you're here.  She tried to take a deep breath to stop and was maybe halfway successful.  They're probably still at the plateau.  She finally added. 

Maia couldn't describe what she was feeling, but his side against hers was a definite soothing anchor right now.  She wanted nothing more than to sit down right here and bury her face in his side and just hide, maybe forever.  Coward.  Crybaby.  He is going to think you are pathetic.. She couldn't.

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