My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
The use of the honorific had Maeve's brows rising and she huffed out a laugh, "You don't have to call me that. Just Maeve is fine, please." The Nightshade replied easily, moving to pull Phoebe into a warm hug, the small swell of her belly pressing between them. She held Phoebe by the shoulders for a moment, giving her a once over as she smile, "You look really well. Please, come in. I had one of the sitting rooms prepared for us." Maeve was quick to guide the Nightingale to the room in question, closing the door securely behind her before moving to take a seat on the couch.
"Would you like to do the exam first and then tea?" She asked easily, folding her hands in her lap as she relaxed against the cushions lightly, the same smile still on her lips.
"Would you like to do the exam first and then tea?" She asked easily, folding her hands in her lap as she relaxed against the cushions lightly, the same smile still on her lips.
Maeve
