Redhawk Caldera I spend my days with ghosts who all love you the most

teya wished she had said nothing. that was somehow preferable to how protective and insistent maia seemed to grow. in any other ears it might have been encouraging; to teya, in the middle of her inability to cope with this new reality, it only felt as though her friend was relegating her to motherhood.
"thank you, maia," teya said, mustering affection to force into her voice. "you good friend."
she was suddenly, crushingly tired.
"i am feeling sick a little." she smiled ruefully. "i think maybe i rest now." her eyes asked that maia understand.