vivamus, moriendum est

Maeve

Maeve sighs softly, shrugging slender shoulders as she wraps her arms around her middle, "It's alright. I'm just thankful that not more people were hurt. Now I can focus on building something better for them." She smiles, choosing to remind herself of the positives of this situation. At least this would mean a better home for her workers. Somewhere they could raise their families and live their lives outside of the walls of the brothel. The Madame's own brow furrows, concern twisting her features as she looks over at the other woman, "Oh no... I'm very sorry to hear that. Did you lose anyone? And this happened perhaps a week or so ago. Maybe a little longer. I'm not sure if they were connected or not."

At least the Slagveld and Devil's Advocate weren't. Maeve knows that much. Hotaru would have no reason to go after Isla's infirmary and there wasn't any way she could have caused the Wren Society fire since it happened at the same time. "I don't think that the person responsible for the Slagveld was also involved with the Wren Society."

A small nod is offered, a smile curling on her lips as they shift their focus towards other matters. Specifically Maeve's need to learn first aide. "I would be grateful for anything, truthfully. I know some basics, but it wouldn't hurt to have more knowledge at my disposal."

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death