Mei-Ying looks at her slender, delicate-fingered hands and considers the words she'd heard. The people here were so...forward. Already calling themselves friends and companions, and they didn't even know each other. What use was a word when its meaning was so devalued?
But this was her world now, and its ways were her ways.
She followed Thomas to the trapdoor, and prepared to descend after him.
But this was her world now, and its ways were her ways.
She followed Thomas to the trapdoor, and prepared to descend after him.