Maeve blinks several times rapidly.
She pales. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest.
Julian notices. "Maeve? You okay? You look pale."
He turns to Aldriana. "She looks pale, right? Can you please check her first? Treat her injuries?"
Maeve somehow goes even paler.
Aldriana nods and scoots closer.
She smiles gently, then remembers she's wearing a mask.
She clears her throat. "Hi, I'm Aldriana. Can you tell me where you're injured?" Her eyes soften as she studies Maeve.
Maeve shakes her head. "I'm not… I'm… I'm not really injured. I'm just… exhausted."
Aldriana smirks beneath her mask. If she had any doubt before, it's gone now.
This ginger woman is a mage. Just like her.
She feels mixed.
Part of her is thrilled to meet another mage.
Part of her can't forget her first mage encounter on this world… the Baroness.
Aldriana hesitates only a second before placing her hand gently on Maeve's shoulder.
Her voice is soft.
