The mask she wears is for her own safety, it keeps the blood of both beast and Hunter from possibly infecting her during her rather grim task she preforms during hunts.
A shake of her head follows Maria's question which was then followed by an answer.
"You don't, I thought
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the hunter of eld would know that voice anywhere. maria lifts her gaze, settling it ‘pon the pits of nothingness that covered the crow’s eyes.
a hum prefaces coming statement, “ such kind words you deliver, ” traces of smile curve the corners of brims, only barely
Beaked mask looks up slightly towards Maria's face as if briefly studying it before she bows her head respectfully towards the other.
The targets of their hunts may not be the same they are both still hunters.
"And I would wish you happy hunting as well, Lady Maria."
the following hum serves as maria’s standing response, for the moment. she’s no better herself, &&. the crow has hardly intruded on her territory.
“...s’pose i would wish you happy hunting, crow.” low.