Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul

Arlette was trying to be helpful; Mae almost felt bad for not letting her close enough to truly help. Almost. Thanks, She muttered, a little agitated herself by the change in the woman's scent, but otherwise let the moment pass without much acknowledgement. A root wouldn't be the most exciting thing she'd ever eaten, but it surely wouldn't be the worst either.

She was more interested in the conversation playing out between her father and uncle. Secretly Mae was glad that it would be Akavir accompanying her. It was getting more difficult to find excuses to spend time with him, and she couldn't shake the lingering worry that if she went too long without checking in on him, he would decide something else was more worth his time.

More like you're stuck with me, Mae smirked, not bothering to hide her satisfaction with this turn of events.