There wasn’t much to be said about Val for the time being, except for her good looks.

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. Firm and strong, but also surprisingly soft to the touch. And her minty breath could heal minor wounds and cuts.

Maya felt overly nervous around the Valkyrie. 

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

“H-how about you get cleaned while I prepare some clothes for you. Sounds good?” offered Maya. She then wiggled her way out of Val’s proximity by diving under her 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, the clothes would fit on Val’s toned physique.

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. Her chest suspended it, revealing her toned and hardened midriff. 

Maya’s face grew hot; the heat literally rose to her face.

She had a hard time looking away at how her own clothes fit 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!? Maya screamed internally. 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, but 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 that Val had to go without it.

I wonder how she would look if it wasn’t torn? Although… she doesn’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 speech impediment. “Clothes. Fit. Good. I Like. It.”

“Y-you do? I’m g-glad.” Maya twisted one of the coils in her fingers. “Let’s sit down, so I can get to know you.”

Maya sat down and patted a spot next to her for Val. The Valkyrie followed suit, keeping close proximity to Maya. The springs of the mattress squeaked slightly. 

“So, to bring back to mind… You don’t remember your name, do you?” 

“No. Name. Not. Remember.” Val tugged back a blond lock. There was a moment of silence between them, and Val began to braid her hair. “I Like. Val.” 

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

“Yes.” 

“Really?” 

“Maybe…” Val furrowed her brow. “Can’t. Remember.” 

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

Val shook her head. 

Maya put a finger to her cheek. “What is the last thing you do remember then? How did you end up hurt?” 

Val closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She searched and searched, but all she found was darkness. She hit a wall. Her brows furrowed 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. None of those glimpses held something pleasant in them, except for something which blanketed all the terrible sounds and brought light. 

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

“I-” Maya leaned back, her face reddening. She held up a hand between her and Val. “How about we return to where I found you? We might find some of your belongings.” Maya stood up and went towards the door without leaving Val an opportunity to answer. “Let’s go.”

Val obediently—though begrudgingly—followed Maya closely.