Maya is lost. She has been ever since the burning sands of Kar Dathra's Gate, even if she hasn't always been ready to admit it.

Her eyes flick away swiftly, to the lake. She tucks her legs gracefully underneath herself, and there's quiet (disquieted, under the surface, though not really due to the question or the subject) good humor on her face when she looks back at Vincent. "Everybody does, from time to time."