While Mira was meditating, Maria was lounging around, watching her lover. Her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she could sense an unnatural aura surrounding Mira.
'...I hope she'll be alright.'
Her intuition was telling her that whatever she was doing was dangerous despite her just sitting there.
'Don't worry so much. I'm sure she'll be fine. That woman was able to fight you on even grounds despite all the precautions we took, after all.' A calm, wisened, old woman's voice entered her mind.
'Mmhm.' Maria nodded slowly, turning away from Mira and diving a part of her Soul Sense into her Spatial Ring where Sage Aila and her inheritance space resided. '...What do you think about our fight? Is there anything we could've done better? Or prepared for?'
