Maeve
His eyes grow distant, seeming lost in his thoughts or perhaps listening to something she cannot hear herself. No matter. Maeve waits for it to pass, licking her lips as she falls silent, working on getting herself sitting up. It takes her more effort than she likes to admit, a bit of sweat beading on her brow as she finally rights herself; pulse racing and breathing a touch shallow. She's tempted to argue. To insist that she can do this herself, but he's hear to help and she should really just take it at this point. Maeve nods slowly, "Alright... If that's easier." She says in way of agreement, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to take his hand, letting him help her up. "Sorry if it's a lot.." Maeve supplies weakly, referring to the blooms of pain and sour emotions he's surely feeling from her right now.
He explains the plan for transportation and she nods, brows knitting together as she gets her feet beneath her. Still wearing borrowed clothes from Sunjata that absolutely swim on her, hiding away bruises and her willowy form from view, Maeve somehow seems even smaller than before. Whether it's from her crushed spirit or something else is hard to tell. Then he mentions that she should come too. Get out of the rain to heal. To properly rest and recover. As if being in Torchline right now was doing her more harm than good. Maybe it was. Maybe the Madame had allowed herself to be stretched too thin, pulled in too many different directions until she was one careless act from shattering.
She was already thinking about going. Ever since she wrote him the letter it's been on her mind. Maeve was hesitant to leave. Not only because of what happened, but it felt wrong to leave her workers behind. What if they needed her? What if something else happened? Sunjata had promised to take care of them, but shouldn't she be here too? He would tell her if something happened. He promised. Of course, leaving him was another concern, but she needs to take care of herself too. Doesn't she have the right?
Finally Maeve nods, "Alright... I'll go with you to Stormbreak." She murmurs, offering him a wane smile.
He explains the plan for transportation and she nods, brows knitting together as she gets her feet beneath her. Still wearing borrowed clothes from Sunjata that absolutely swim on her, hiding away bruises and her willowy form from view, Maeve somehow seems even smaller than before. Whether it's from her crushed spirit or something else is hard to tell. Then he mentions that she should come too. Get out of the rain to heal. To properly rest and recover. As if being in Torchline right now was doing her more harm than good. Maybe it was. Maybe the Madame had allowed herself to be stretched too thin, pulled in too many different directions until she was one careless act from shattering.
She was already thinking about going. Ever since she wrote him the letter it's been on her mind. Maeve was hesitant to leave. Not only because of what happened, but it felt wrong to leave her workers behind. What if they needed her? What if something else happened? Sunjata had promised to take care of them, but shouldn't she be here too? He would tell her if something happened. He promised. Of course, leaving him was another concern, but she needs to take care of herself too. Doesn't she have the right?
Finally Maeve nods, "Alright... I'll go with you to Stormbreak." She murmurs, offering him a wane smile.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
