Redhawk Caldera I'll keep a light on in my soul

No news, but good news. Weejay liked that. She smiled in turn, tilting her head to the side as Maia suggested it was something she had already heard.

Oh -- that.

Before she could begin a proper segue into that conversation, Maia switched gears. Weejay wasn't telepathic, but she had a good understanding on why. Trying to smile in a way that seemed genuine (and it was, Weej was just very conscious of the nervousness that hung in the air), Weejay spoke. "I'm fine. The move is a bit new for me, but it was good for my Dad. He seems happy." Or, well, happier. One brow raised as she waited for Maia to speak, having given her what she believed was an easy entry into a difficult discussion. Under normal circumstances she would ask how Maia was as well, and passing over that courtesy seemed a bit rude -- but Weejay understood there were bigger things at play than simple cordial conversation.