There wasn’t much to be said about Val for the time being, except for how good-looking she was.

She was a head taller than Maya. Her skin was darker and richer. Her platinum blond hair billowed down to her shoulders in waves, and her eyes shone like amber gemstones. 

Besides all that, her body was fit when Maya last checked. Firm and strong, but also soft to the touch.

Val’s breath was minty and could heal minor wounds and cuts—though Maya found the last part only moderately important—too distracted by the former.

Maya was overly nervous around the Valkyrie. 

Even more so when Val tried to stay close to Maya without understanding the meaning of personal space.

“H-how about you get cleaned, and I prepare some clothes for you, sounds good?” Maya proposed, wiggling her way out of Val’s proximity by diving under her lean arm. 

She directed Val to the bathroom and how to use the shower—thankfully, without any sort of incident, as Maya feared there would be. 

It gave her enough time to calm down from the heated encounter and prepare a spare set of clothes. 

However, Maya didn’t account for the size difference. 

She had hoped that, despite her smaller and curvier body, they would fit on Val’s more fit build—since they had roughly the same proportions.

Heat rose on Maya’s face.

The leggings were snug on Val’s lower body, hugging her waist and reaching just above the ankles. 

Her shirt hung on her torso and didn't go all the way down, with her chest suspending it and revealing her flat and hard midriff. 

Maya had a hard time looking away at how her own clothes fitted Val and how they still looked so good on her. The first thing on Maya’s agenda would be to buy Val some new clothes, or else she would go crazy. 

“Why does she have to be so attractive!?” mumbled Maya, holding a hand before her mouth. “Seeing her in my clothes makes me feel so conflicted.” 

“Bit. Small.” Val tugged on the leggings. “And. Stretchy?” 

“Sorry, those were the best ones I could find at the moment, and I haven’t done laundry yet,” Maya apologised. “It should work, for now… until we find something better. I know the clothes are not a good fit for you… sorry.” 

Glancing over at the bloody and torn dress piece on the ground, Maya felt terrible about how Val had to go without it.

"I wonder how she would look if it wasn’t torn? Although, she didn’t look bad in beat-up clothes either.” Maya shook away the thought. 

“Problem. No.” Val spoke in her usual heavy northern accent and in broken sentences. Maya had noticed that for a while now, but apparently, Val had a lot of trouble speaking. “Clothes. Fit. Good. Like. It.”

“Y-you do? I’m g-glad,” Maya stammered. “Let’s sit down, so I can get to know you, no?”

Gesturing to the edge of the bed, Maya sat down first, followed by Val, who kept her proximity to her. 

The springs of the mattress squeaked slightly from their weight. 

“So, to reminiscent… you don’t remember your name, do you?” 

“No. Name. Not. Remember,” replied Val, tugging back a blond lock and braiding it subconsciously. “Like. Name. Val.” 

“Good, very good,” nodded Maya and caught herself staring again. “Are you a Valkyrie? A real Valkyrie?” 

“Yes.” 

“Really?” 

“Maybe,” said Val, furrowing her brow in thought. “Not. Remember.” 

“You don’t remember? Anything? Not where you were born or what you were doing?” 

Val shook her head. “No. Nothing.” 

“What is the last thing you do remember? How did you end up hurt?” 

Val closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She searched and searched, but all Val could find was darkness.

 She had hit a wall, her brows furrowing further in concern. 

There was nothing to remember, or at least nothing pleasant. 

Maybe yells. Maybe loud groans with yells so heavy that they tore her hearing apart. Val found nothing of it pleasant except for something that blanketed all the terrible sounds and brought light. 

“You,” Val said and put her hand on the bed, leaning closer. “Remember. You.” 

“I-” Maya leaned back, her face reddening. She put up a hand before them. “How about we return to where I found you? We might find some of your belongings.” 

Without letting Val answer, Maya stood up and went toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Val obediently—though begrudgingly—followed Maya.