No, I know it is not simple. And I know it is your choice. Regardless of anything else, I also know this is... my choice. Even knowing how... transient humans are.

[She'll keep on it later when she can think straight. She can't think about anything really at the moment, except just sort of trying to relax, and forget the bad dream, and just... enjoy Ashe's presence.

That's not working, either. It still bothers her, and it's clear in the restless way she starts to move, turning closer to Ashe. Maria wants to go back downstairs and finish off another bottle of alcohol. Not like it would kill her. Hell, it probably wouldn't even make her puke. She doesn't make a move that direction though.

Instead, she just holds the other woman closer, tighter.]