My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
She hates to see him cry, knowing that the things she's told him have caused so much grief, but Maeve knows it's important for him to hear all of this. Maeve cradles him close, letting him get it all out before pushing forward, telling him who it was he could trust. Those who would keep him safe.
The next question is much easier for her to answer. "He is. He was picked special by Safrin to be her champion." He was much more than that, but Edmund didn't need to know all the ins and outs of it. "They're like us, but much stronger. They have magic and shifts and they're meant to protect us." It was a simple explanation, but that was all that was needed.
His hug is fierce and it pulls a laugh from her as she wraps her arms around him, laying her cheek against the top of his head, snuggling him into her warmth. "I love you too, my star. Always. Know that I'll always keep you safe to the best of my ability."
The next question is much easier for her to answer. "He is. He was picked special by Safrin to be her champion." He was much more than that, but Edmund didn't need to know all the ins and outs of it. "They're like us, but much stronger. They have magic and shifts and they're meant to protect us." It was a simple explanation, but that was all that was needed.
His hug is fierce and it pulls a laugh from her as she wraps her arms around him, laying her cheek against the top of his head, snuggling him into her warmth. "I love you too, my star. Always. Know that I'll always keep you safe to the best of my ability."
Maeve
