Lion Head Mesa she's imperfect, but she tries

tavina nodded without judgement. it was expected after all, though she could not help her unspoken curiosity over who maegi had chosen.

"how long ago did you begin feeling symptoms?" she asked softly. there was an equation to be done. she moved toward her stores as she waited for maegi to answer, pulling open small bundles and gathering others.

these things always came with a price.