Maeve
It was the first sleep she's managed to get since writing him the letter. Maeve's not even sure it lasts all that long before she's stirring awake with Remi's voice in her ear. The Madame looks unwell. Even in the dim light of the office she's staying in currently it's clear that the recent events have taken a toll. Her brows draw together in confusion at the feeling of arms wrapped around her and it isn't until he speaks, accent coloring his words, that she realizes it's Remi.
Maeve carefully sits herself up, wincing as she inhales sharply at the spike of pain in her ribs. She rubs at her eyes, struggling to focus on him as she tries to shake the last dregs of restless asleep from her consciousness, "Remi.." Maeve exhales in relief, green eyes landing on him in the faint light of the dying fire that flickers weakly in the hearth. "I didn't get a chance to write.. it happened so quickly." She swallows thickly, flashing back to those last few moments before the building collapsed. How she'd been focused on getting everyone out and to safety. Her fingers clutch at her blanket, twisting into the soft material that shields her from the chill of the room.
Maeve carefully sits herself up, wincing as she inhales sharply at the spike of pain in her ribs. She rubs at her eyes, struggling to focus on him as she tries to shake the last dregs of restless asleep from her consciousness, "Remi.." Maeve exhales in relief, green eyes landing on him in the faint light of the dying fire that flickers weakly in the hearth. "I didn't get a chance to write.. it happened so quickly." She swallows thickly, flashing back to those last few moments before the building collapsed. How she'd been focused on getting everyone out and to safety. Her fingers clutch at her blanket, twisting into the soft material that shields her from the chill of the room.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
