My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
His wings wrap around his body not unlike a bat would do, hiding him away from the flames and the balmy ocean breeze, trying desperately to hold himself together. Maeve doesn't miss the way he tracks her movements, how he holds himself so tightly, seconds from lashing out. She's not deterred, coming to a stop in front of him, expression soft as she meets his gaze. The fire backlights her, darkening her features, but they still manage to maintain the gentleness that's settled on her face. "No, Jata, he wasn't. He wasn't right about you and there is no way he could ever be right because he didn't know you." Maeve murmurs gently, finally reaching forward to barely touch his arm, fingers feather light but reassuring all the same.
"But there are people here who do know you and those people have chosen to side with you. No matter the consequences. No matter what that might bring because you're worth it. You give so much of yourself and you have to let people give back. Even if you don't want to." Another small step forward, just so he doesn't have to strain to speak above the waves or the fire, wanting to keep him from straining more than he already has tonight. The guilt of having put him through hell weighs heavy on her, but there is nothing to be done for it now except try to make it a touch easier.
"But there are people here who do know you and those people have chosen to side with you. No matter the consequences. No matter what that might bring because you're worth it. You give so much of yourself and you have to let people give back. Even if you don't want to." Another small step forward, just so he doesn't have to strain to speak above the waves or the fire, wanting to keep him from straining more than he already has tonight. The guilt of having put him through hell weighs heavy on her, but there is nothing to be done for it now except try to make it a touch easier.
Maeve
