can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes.
“Yes. I am right. You should be sure to tell me so more often.” Sabal says, with a little smirk meant to lighten the mood. She knows that this must be impossible for Maze, but she also has a reasonably good idea of what buttons to push to help draw her friend back to the surface. So while Sabal’s quips may seem lighthearted, she knows that Maze is struggling and she’s never been one to abandon her friends.
She wasn’t going to start now. And she can’t help but think that she has made a pretty great case for herself becoming Hyaline’s resident therapist after this little chat. Maze should definitely put in a good word with Breach after this. Honestly.
“Are you telling me you aren’t good with feelings?!” The words drip from her pretty mouth as she allows Maze a few moments to compose herself. “I am shocked by this development.” A jest, but a friendly one. Maze knows her well enough to know the difference by now. But Sabal allows Maze the space to wipe her tears and does not shame her for any of the emotions that she’s feeling. Since there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in the first place.
“Seriously though, you big dummy, feelings don’t make you weak. So yeah be sad and pissed at the faeries and then get even. But crying doesn’t make you weak. Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t have pummeled me into the dirt if I had told you that crying makes you weak. Honestly. Because I probably would have if the situations were reversed.” It really shouldn’t surprise Maze that Sabal was a vengeful little thing. While Sabal was obviously the more emotional of the duo, she absolutely didn’t let her emotions slow her down. She used that as fuel. It by no means meant that she was an expert or never found herself moping at the bottom of the lake. Hell, the reason she made it to Hyaline in the first place was basically because she was running from her problems. But Hyaline had made her better. Maze probably had something to do with that too but Sabal wasn’t going to admit that out loud even if they were having a very touching heart to heart. But in truth, this strange, often grumpy, feline-obsessed creature had taken a role in her life that had once been occupied once by only her family. And truly Maze was a hell of a lot more fun than like most of her relatives since some of them were honestly kind of psycho. (Seriously, the swamp thing? Ew.)
But her heart does lift a little when Maze is comfortable enough to reach out and seek physical comfort - she wasn't going to push her friend, knowing that this was hard, but it did make the little kelpie feel better that maybe she was helping a little.
“You know I’ll slap some sense into you verbally or otherwise literally whenever you need,” she adds, with one of her signature winks that she knows Maze loves, like, so much.
And then it’s right back to business for the kelpie. Because she’ll be damned if she lets her friend sit in this damn place and mope. ”Ummm okay so. Now that we have that out of the way. What did those bastards up on the mountain say you have to do to get your shifting back? Because, obviously, I’m going to help you.”
And it wasn’t really an option. Sabal was helping, whether Maze wanted her help or not.
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