[Maya looks at him again, brows raised slightly, wisps flickering-- and it's an almost hopeful look.

"When I come back."

Maya's fond of that prospect.

Saying so directly would be too easy, of course, so she rolls her eyes and puts on a front.]

Well, it would be mean to refuse a favor for a blind man, I guess. I suppose Shiyon won't mind making sure it doesn't get dusty.

As long as you don't take forever to come back around.