If she can trust nothing else in the world she knows she can trust Sothe and his strong, swift hands.
They say the Maiden of Dawn is a miracle worker, but Micaiah thinks the opposite - it is this one who once reached out to her with small, callused hands only to near jump away again, this one who she convinced to stay with her only to betray his trust, this one who forgave and returned to her in any case.
He is the miracle. When does a boy become a man? The eternal maiden is not one to know, but she does know Sothe. He could grow wings and she would know him still. It would be no less marvelous than how he has already transformed.
“Let me give you mine too,” she says, even as he extends his wrist before her request is finished. She hardly has time to put it on his wrist before they are being jostled forward - moment brought to a pause, but not forgotten, as Micaiah turns on her charm and fawns on their noble host in hopes it will make up for their provincial gifts.
(She cares very little, of course; but she will be doing much of this on the future and the noble scion plays his role well. Soon enough they are waved along.)
“Did I fit it on correctly?” Micaiah's asks, turning to look at Sothe 's wrist again. The charm seems to have clicked into place on the bracelet as intended and she nods at that, pleased, leading Sothe along as she searches for the photo-artifex.
Rather than the large one she is used to she sees several miniature versions laid on a table and, delighted by the ingenuity, rushes over with Sothe in tow. A fellow Black Eagles of theirs takes one in both hands and aims the lens at his face, smiling before the flash of light encases his expression.
Soon after, from the back of the photo-artifex a paper copy of the image unfurls. “For my parents back home,” he explains a bit bashfully and Miciaiah says that's wonderful.
“ It is, isn't it?” She says, turning back to Sothe. “Ah but I wanted to capture our matching charms too. How do we get that all in one small, ah… photo?”
