In Clearwater Outpost, Ollie walked aimlessly along the central path for a while before spotting a familiar face by the nearby pond. He walked over briskly before calling out to them.
"Hey, Maya!" He called out.
Maya turned around and saw Ollie coming toward her with a friendly smile on his face, like he didn't have a care in the world.
"I haven't spoken with you in ages! How long has it been? Four weeks now? Five? How have things been going for you?"
Maya did not reciprocate Ollie's warm smile. Her face was neutral, though her features naturally rested in a slight frown, and her body language indicated she was tired.
Maya sighed through her teeth, but no sign of anger showed in her eyes.
"It hasn't been great, not at all. If I can be honest with you, it's been awful."
Ollie's smile faded into a look of concern.
