Maeve
A hand raises to beckon over one of the workers, "A towel, please." The Madame requests softly to which the worker nods and disappears into the back to retrieve the requested towel. Her lips twitch and she shakes her head, dismissing the Arbiter's apology easily, not too concerned with a bit of spilled water and flowers. There is plenty more where that came from and the problem is easily solved unlike others they're facing. "I'm not concerned with the flowers. There are plenty of other things that make much more of a mess."
It's easy to see that Aurelia has something on her mind. Maeve has been so caught up in her own world that she'd missed the news of Hotaru's escape, but she's not sure it was common knowledge that she'd been held in the first place. A towel is brought to the table and Maeve quickly wipes up the water, depositing the flowers back into the righted vase, listening quietly to all that the woman before her has to say. "I've also noticed how-" a pause as she considers her words, lips pursing, "off Sunjata has been. At this point, I don't think there is much you would have been able to do anyway, love. Hotaru was being held and questioned, yes? I'm assuming you have already gotten everything you could from her and other witnesses. All that's left is for Sunjata to make a decision. That can be done whether she's in custody or not."
It's easy to focus on this and offer some form of reassurance when she'd rather think of anything than herself. Of course, Aurelia turns the question back to the Madame and she falters, that carefully placed mask splintering for only a second. "Let's head back to my apartment. We can speak more freely there." No one else knows about her current emotional state aside from Seren. If the girl had even received her letter yet. Maeve would prefer to keep this close to her chest. At least among her workers and clients.
She stands, ushering for Aurelia to follow, leading her towards a side door that exits onto the footbridge that the Arbiter helped to construct. It's a short walk over the bridge and up a few flight of stairs to reach the door of the Madame's new apartment. It's larger than the one Aurelia visited before. There is a living area, kitchen, and open dining space to make up the main room. A short halfway shoots off of this main area with three doors coming off of it. Presumably to the bedroom, bathroom, and a spare room.
The decor is similar to her previous living space, but more sparse as she's still gathering things to make up for what she's lost. Maeve moves towards the kitchen after closing the door behind them, putting on a kettle for some tea, taking a break to finally answer Aurelia's question. "Truthfully? I'm no better off than you are. Locke left." She says softly, throat already growing tight at the admission, tears threatening to sting her eyes. "At least, that's what I've heard. He's going with the Ark, but he- he ended things with me. Said that he didn't need me and told me to get out." It's the condensed version of things, but it's all she can manage.
"Other than that? I went to see Safrin again and turn in my quest... She and I talked a lot. I think she might have plans for me, but truthfully I'm unsure." The kettle starts to whistle and Maeve removes it from the heat, pouring the water into the waiting teapot and adding the tea to steep, transferring the pot to the tray and bringing it over to the coffee table. She carefully sets it down, the china clattering lightly at being jostled before taking a seat, pouring her a cup. "Cream or sugar?"
It's easy to see that Aurelia has something on her mind. Maeve has been so caught up in her own world that she'd missed the news of Hotaru's escape, but she's not sure it was common knowledge that she'd been held in the first place. A towel is brought to the table and Maeve quickly wipes up the water, depositing the flowers back into the righted vase, listening quietly to all that the woman before her has to say. "I've also noticed how-" a pause as she considers her words, lips pursing, "off Sunjata has been. At this point, I don't think there is much you would have been able to do anyway, love. Hotaru was being held and questioned, yes? I'm assuming you have already gotten everything you could from her and other witnesses. All that's left is for Sunjata to make a decision. That can be done whether she's in custody or not."
It's easy to focus on this and offer some form of reassurance when she'd rather think of anything than herself. Of course, Aurelia turns the question back to the Madame and she falters, that carefully placed mask splintering for only a second. "Let's head back to my apartment. We can speak more freely there." No one else knows about her current emotional state aside from Seren. If the girl had even received her letter yet. Maeve would prefer to keep this close to her chest. At least among her workers and clients.
She stands, ushering for Aurelia to follow, leading her towards a side door that exits onto the footbridge that the Arbiter helped to construct. It's a short walk over the bridge and up a few flight of stairs to reach the door of the Madame's new apartment. It's larger than the one Aurelia visited before. There is a living area, kitchen, and open dining space to make up the main room. A short halfway shoots off of this main area with three doors coming off of it. Presumably to the bedroom, bathroom, and a spare room.
The decor is similar to her previous living space, but more sparse as she's still gathering things to make up for what she's lost. Maeve moves towards the kitchen after closing the door behind them, putting on a kettle for some tea, taking a break to finally answer Aurelia's question. "Truthfully? I'm no better off than you are. Locke left." She says softly, throat already growing tight at the admission, tears threatening to sting her eyes. "At least, that's what I've heard. He's going with the Ark, but he- he ended things with me. Said that he didn't need me and told me to get out." It's the condensed version of things, but it's all she can manage.
"Other than that? I went to see Safrin again and turn in my quest... She and I talked a lot. I think she might have plans for me, but truthfully I'm unsure." The kettle starts to whistle and Maeve removes it from the heat, pouring the water into the waiting teapot and adding the tea to steep, transferring the pot to the tray and bringing it over to the coffee table. She carefully sets it down, the china clattering lightly at being jostled before taking a seat, pouring her a cup. "Cream or sugar?"
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
