[Anthy looks at Maya, her expression thoughtful but beyond that inscrutable, still as the surface of a windless lake. It's hard to trust those who have faith in themselves, but uncertainty, self-doubt, those are things Anthy knows well. Yes, she knows what it feels like to feel unmoored, lost in limbo; she doubts that Maya knows her level of pain, but she's got no question that Maya does feel out of place in some way. It's easy to see.]
[After a long moment of consideration, she shifts a little so she's leaning closer, their shoulders not quite touching, but almost. Then she slips her hand into Maya's and squeezes, ever so gently.]
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[After a long moment of consideration, she shifts a little so she's leaning closer, their shoulders not quite touching, but almost. Then she slips her hand into Maya's and squeezes, ever so gently.]
I have faith in you.