keep pressure on the wound

Maeve

Letters were sent and received. Plans were made. This was going to be the second time she's seen him since the fight and the first time seeing him alone. She's nervous, but there is business to take care of and whatever issues they have are to be set aside for this because the well being of her people is far more important than any discomfort she might feel over this meeting. She's waiting for him at the front of, standing behind the receptionist desk, chin lifted and shoulders squared.

Idly her fingers trace over her belly, moving over the growing bump that's just starting to show, a faint smile tugging on her lips as she waits. She has a list in front of her of the different rooms, those interested in attending a class, and a few questions of her own for the "doctor".

If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier