I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve watched him as he drank, jade eyes running over him with a knowing spark, lips curling at the rim of her cup as she took another slow sip. She would have to ask him about who he was seeing once they finished talking business. The Nightshade hadn't seen the Sentinel this light in some time. There could really be only one reason for that. Still, her thoughts are distracted for the time being by talk of gods and war and all that came with it. "I'll eventually have to see more of the others. Only associating with one is... Well, I imagine it would be short sighted of me given all that is happening now." The Madame drawled, head cocking to the side in consideration as she listened to him speak, only moving when the demigod requested more tea.
"Of course..." She murmured, filling his cup before returning to her position of rest, crossing her legs and letting her foot bob absentmindedly. The question made her pause, brow furrowing as she reflected momentarily on her conversations with the herald, shaking her head after a moment. "No, she hasn't. Nothing outside of what I'm doing here in Torchline. I suppose she has Ronin for that sort of work."
"Of course..." She murmured, filling his cup before returning to her position of rest, crossing her legs and letting her foot bob absentmindedly. The question made her pause, brow furrowing as she reflected momentarily on her conversations with the herald, shaking her head after a moment. "No, she hasn't. Nothing outside of what I'm doing here in Torchline. I suppose she has Ronin for that sort of work."
Maeve
