gone west

Maeve

Remi lifts her as if she weighs nothing and she might as to him. He tucks her against his chest and she tries her best not to touch him more than necessary, keeping what skin she can covered where she does have to touch him. It's hard, though. Thankfully he's able to handle it. Not that she knows why, but she's grateful for it either way. Maeve returns his understanding smile with one of gratitude, letting herself relax into his hold, knowing that holding herself taut will only exacerbate the pain she's feeling now. He makes his way easily through the house, Maeve providing any direction he needs to get to the front where they pause for a moment. Finally he carries them both outside, his wings wrapping around her to shield her from the wind and rain that does its best to nip at her skin.

"Yes, most are housed at the society. I believe only two children are among the seven adults that are going." Maeve informs him, raising her voice to be heard above the howling of the wind as she looks up at him from her makeshift cocoon of his wings. "Seven adults total and two children. They're expecting us." She's not sure having that information really matters all that much, but she tells him anyway just incase it proves important.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending