Maeve
The compliment rolls off of Safrin's lips without hesitation and warmth suffuses Maeve's cheeks, blooming through her chest as she lifts her head all the higher, not allowing herself to shrink into herself despite the presence of the others. Explanation isn't necessary. Not for any of them. Least of all her. Still, the Nightshade listens raptly, hanging on to every word as the goddess offers them apology for not coming sooner.
What comes next is beyond anything even the Queen could have been prepared for. Her breath catches, lashes fluttering as the words ring out, echoing in her mind. Healed. The mental scars might remain for some time, but the physical could be removed and that in itself was a start. "Safrin... That is incredibly gracious of you. The scars on my back and shoulders. They still hurt and limit my mobility. If I could heal those I would be forever grateful." She murmurs, dipping her head once more towards the starry goddess.
What comes next is beyond anything even the Queen could have been prepared for. Her breath catches, lashes fluttering as the words ring out, echoing in her mind. Healed. The mental scars might remain for some time, but the physical could be removed and that in itself was a start. "Safrin... That is incredibly gracious of you. The scars on my back and shoulders. They still hurt and limit my mobility. If I could heal those I would be forever grateful." She murmurs, dipping her head once more towards the starry goddess.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
