too close to the sun

Maeve

His confession isn't exactly surprising. Not much surprises her anymore. The number of married men she's had in her bed isn't something she keeps track of anymore. Still, it seems important to him that he says it so she acknowledges it in turn. "You aren't the first person to tell me that and you won't be the last. However, rest assured when I say, other people who are married have asked me for much worse than a bed to lie in and a shoulder to lean on." Maeve soothes, giving him a reassuring smile as she props herself up on her elbow, laying on her side facing him. She reaches out, brushing his hair from his face with a soft sigh, "I'm sure he would... But let's not think about that, hm?". That wasn't what he asked her for anyway.

At his request she purses her lips, considering what she could share. "You would think that a whore would be busier during LongNight, but I haven't been. It's admittedly been quiet for me. People preparing to go back to sea. That's not exactly exciting though. Her bed has been empty and any funny stories she has to share of recent events are nonexistent. Maeve chews on her bottom lip in thought, "In all honesty, things have been quiet and I've been lonely. I don't get out all that much. I lead a rather boring life.

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives