I would fall from grace just to touch your face
It's a promise and the warmth behind it curls around her bones, fortifying her in a way that little else has and she knows that he means it. Not just empty words meant to smooth out her frayed edges, but a vow. "That means a lot to me. Thank you, Remi." She murmurs, eyes dipping down to the hand covering her belly, the swell of it almost completely hidden beneath his palm. No one else has touched her like that and the feeling is almost odd, but there is a comfort to it that she wasn't expecting.
"I'll let you do it. I'd hate to hurt you." Not that she really thinks she can, but she would hate to actually cause him any discomfort. Even if it was only mild and over in seconds. Safrin might not chose them for the weapon, but she would likely get a touch of satisfaction from burning them all the same. Feathers plucked from the one who keeps Ronin from truly being hers brought as an offering? Maeve can't help wondering how her herald might react to that.
It's interesting to witness the sway she holds over him. No matter how minute it might be. She feels his cheek warm beneath her palm as a blush paints his skin, drawing a smile to her lips as she meets his seaglass gaze once more, "And you did wonderfully. Pretty sure I was living in bliss for at least a few minutes." Maeve finally draws her hand away after one last tender brush of her thumb. "I think you did pretty well, all things considered."
"I'll let you do it. I'd hate to hurt you." Not that she really thinks she can, but she would hate to actually cause him any discomfort. Even if it was only mild and over in seconds. Safrin might not chose them for the weapon, but she would likely get a touch of satisfaction from burning them all the same. Feathers plucked from the one who keeps Ronin from truly being hers brought as an offering? Maeve can't help wondering how her herald might react to that.
It's interesting to witness the sway she holds over him. No matter how minute it might be. She feels his cheek warm beneath her palm as a blush paints his skin, drawing a smile to her lips as she meets his seaglass gaze once more, "And you did wonderfully. Pretty sure I was living in bliss for at least a few minutes." Maeve finally draws her hand away after one last tender brush of her thumb. "I think you did pretty well, all things considered."
Maeve
