A rare soft smile cuts across her face for the briefest of second before North schools her features back into a mask. It was a good idea. Maya had a way with people, they listened to her because they felt like she honestly cared.

North had no delusions about why people followed her. She had the loudest voice, the best ' I will flay you alive' glare, and she knew how to stay alive when the world was going to shit. They had needed her, now they needed Maya.

" I wasn't fishing." Pushing off the railing she cast one last look around their tree top home. Everyone was safe and that was all she needed. Their room was only slightly darker then the moonless night outside. "However you are the most qualified for the job. "

Letting her body finally relax she lowered herself down to the cot- a tightening in her lower back warned of pain come the morning. She hated how her own body was betraying her after all these years. " No one else is brave enough to tell me off like you are."