Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Maeve doesn't know just how challenging being before Safrin was for him. The way the goddess tore through his mind and rendered him useless for the days to come. After having left him with a cool cloth on his head and his curtains drawn, the Nightshade hadn't been back to follow up despite the urge to do so, knowing Jack likely wouldn't appreciate it the way others would. She's relieved to see him the moment he walks into her Court, but the worry springs up all over again.
Dark brows pinch together, jade gaze running over him from head to toe, more concerned for the well-being of the Captain than his magic. That'll come, but for now she's going to focus on him. "You alright? Forgive me for saying it, love, but you look like shit." Maeve huffs, pushing up from her resting place where she's taking her tea. There is an assortment of goodies laid out. After Milo helped it seemed a good idea to have things to replenish their strength with. Hence the small spread.
"I can get you some tea or something stronger if you like." It's all sincere pleasantries laid out for the taking should he wish to indulge. Otherwise they can get to the meat of it.
Dark brows pinch together, jade gaze running over him from head to toe, more concerned for the well-being of the Captain than his magic. That'll come, but for now she's going to focus on him. "You alright? Forgive me for saying it, love, but you look like shit." Maeve huffs, pushing up from her resting place where she's taking her tea. There is an assortment of goodies laid out. After Milo helped it seemed a good idea to have things to replenish their strength with. Hence the small spread.
"I can get you some tea or something stronger if you like." It's all sincere pleasantries laid out for the taking should he wish to indulge. Otherwise they can get to the meat of it.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
