I can't watch me die

Rafael’s foot stopped its nervous tapping as a voice emerged from the shadows, smooth and calm but not unkind. His head snapped up, and his wide eyes took in the figure stepping into the dim light.

Oh! he exclaimed, immediately standing a little straighter, brushing his coat as if that would somehow make him look more composed. Yes, that’s me. Rafael. You’re... Maika? Zevran’s Maika?

His words came out in a rush, his tone a mix of surprise and relief. He offered her a quick, almost sheepish smile, tilting his head slightly as if to gauge her reaction.

I mean, I’m sure you’re not *his* Maika, but, you know... the Maika he mentioned. It’s—it’s good to meet you! He fumbled over his words, gesturing vaguely toward the alley, as though that explained everything.

Rafael took a deep breath, steadying himself before continuing. Sorry, I’m just... this isn’t really something I do often. Or ever. And when Adaria mentioned danger, I thought, ‘Well, danger is fine,’ but now that I’m here... He trailed off, his eyes darting to hers, looking a little embarrassed by his rambling.

He gestured toward her, changing the subject. But you! You look like someone who knows how to handle, uh, danger. So that’s comforting. Thank you for coming. I feel safer already, which is saying something, considering we’re in a shadowy alley, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m being looked after. But safer! Definitely safer.

His hands came to rest awkwardly on his hips before he stuffed them into his coat pockets, his nervous energy slowly giving way to a hesitant but genuine curiosity. So, uh... what happens now? Is there a plan, or do we just... improvise?

@Maika Arainai