Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
As soon as Maeve relents to the coaxing of her support, Aurelia's legs brace to stand. Knowing that Maeve is pregnant now, she feels a need to move carefully, conscious not to move too fast or harshly. It sends a subtle flush to her ridges of her cheeks, and she glances at Maeve when the water in the kitchen is mentioned. She offers a soft smile, drawing the Madame in towards her, wrapping an arm around her side, "That's the spirit," she murmurs, hoping to offer some kind of light for Maeve to cling to.
At this point, everything else they've been through is cast aside. Aurelia has been self-serving for most of their relationship, brief and fast as it was before, but things are different now. They agreed to be there for one another. A promise is a promise... and to tell the truth, she needs something like this. Something to give her drive and purpose, even if only in the moment. Without it, she's lost here - in the Halenani, in Torchline, in Caido.
So as she leaves Maeve to settle into the couch, she moves much faster toward the kitchen than she had when guiding Maeve here. The silence is tense but brief, as the sound of water filling a glass fills the room fills her ears fills her... with frantic thought.
Though she tries not to make this obvious, as she returns to hand the glass back to Maeve.
She doesn't take a seat yet, though. Instead, she sort of.. hovers, and her next coagulation of words is sort of rushed, flushed. "Is.. is there anything else you need?"
"Uh... something to eat? Can you eat?" She'd just thrown up, her stomach is likely empty. "I can cook you something."
"Or would you rather not? I just..." she laughs for a split second, nerves tearing at the seams of her demeanor, "I want to help. Tell me what I can do."
At this point, everything else they've been through is cast aside. Aurelia has been self-serving for most of their relationship, brief and fast as it was before, but things are different now. They agreed to be there for one another. A promise is a promise... and to tell the truth, she needs something like this. Something to give her drive and purpose, even if only in the moment. Without it, she's lost here - in the Halenani, in Torchline, in Caido.
So as she leaves Maeve to settle into the couch, she moves much faster toward the kitchen than she had when guiding Maeve here. The silence is tense but brief, as the sound of water filling a glass fills the room fills her ears fills her... with frantic thought.
Though she tries not to make this obvious, as she returns to hand the glass back to Maeve.
She doesn't take a seat yet, though. Instead, she sort of.. hovers, and her next coagulation of words is sort of rushed, flushed. "Is.. is there anything else you need?"
"Uh... something to eat? Can you eat?" She'd just thrown up, her stomach is likely empty. "I can cook you something."
"Or would you rather not? I just..." she laughs for a split second, nerves tearing at the seams of her demeanor, "I want to help. Tell me what I can do."
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
