Hoshor Plains Forgiving's pretty hard

Usually when Maia met strangers they didn't look worse off than she did.  She was generally the one who felt like an idiot, or inadequate, or something similar.  Instead this guy looked like someone had just crumpled him up and dropped him here.

In the face of something to do, Maia's own troubles got backburnered.  Hey.  You look awful.  No offense! Just... you okay? Well, no, obviously not, but... I'm Maia.  She winced a little as she ran on, but her smile was friendly and her tail gave an encouraging wave.  If he wanted to talk about it then she'd listen, if not, then at least she could maybe get a name and take his mind off it?

It was amazing how quickly she lost her fear of strangers.  Suspicion was the farthest thing from her mind here, but thankfully, it likely wasn't at all necessary.