Hoshor Plains dife

curiosity begins to burn behind maleah's gaze, soft warmth spreading up her cheeks until it finds the tips of her ears. you tell me, the healer retorts. i like the idea of it, sometimes. somebody to... be close to. who understands you better than anyone else. who-- ah, i don't know. maybe it's dumb.
she suddenly found that she could no longer meet mireille's gaze as it drank her in; searched the corners of her face for signs of something maleah herself was presently unaware she was feeling.
sometimes when i can't sleep, i just imagine what it might be like to have that. but dreams can never live up to reality, can they?