[ Maya has her own methods for centering herself, for regaining her clam an focus. She's seated cross-legged in the grass, hands on her knees, face turned upward towards the rays of sunlight poking through the trees. Her eyes are closed and she looks perfectly serene.
It was the only thing of value she ever took from the abbey- some of the kinder Brothers had taught her their meditation methods. "Respect the silence," they had said. "Treasure the moments of inaction." And honestly, it was probably the only reason she didn't go insane after so long in that relic.
She hears Peter approach, hears him speak, but she stays where she is for a moment more. Deep breath in, and out. ]
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It was the only thing of value she ever took from the abbey- some of the kinder Brothers had taught her their meditation methods. "Respect the silence," they had said. "Treasure the moments of inaction." And honestly, it was probably the only reason she didn't go insane after so long in that relic.
She hears Peter approach, hears him speak, but she stays where she is for a moment more. Deep breath in, and out. ]
All right. Let's be on our way.