I don't trust nobody
If Rigby was a street rat then Maeve might as well be a spoiled housecat. She was used to three square meals a day, a plush bed to sleep in, fresh water, and all of her luxuries that came with living at the Halenani. This might as well have been her worst nightmare. Covered in muck, lost, and with someone who wanted nothing to do with her. Absolutely her worst nightmare.
He spoke again and Maeve arched a brow in despite the way her head is absolutely throbbing, blood still trickling slowly from her temple. "Really? I would never have guessed." She drawled with a grimace, following after him and trying to keep up with him despite her injuries. Maeve was having a hard time breathing with the thick stench in the air, but she kept pushing forward, hoping that he knew where he was going.
She doesn't say anything for some time. Instead she followed behind him silently, stepping where he did and not an inch out of place. Maeve licked her lips, debating on speaking up as they continued forward. The landscape barely changing the further they walked. "Do you have any idea where we are?
He spoke again and Maeve arched a brow in despite the way her head is absolutely throbbing, blood still trickling slowly from her temple. "Really? I would never have guessed." She drawled with a grimace, following after him and trying to keep up with him despite her injuries. Maeve was having a hard time breathing with the thick stench in the air, but she kept pushing forward, hoping that he knew where he was going.
She doesn't say anything for some time. Instead she followed behind him silently, stepping where he did and not an inch out of place. Maeve licked her lips, debating on speaking up as they continued forward. The landscape barely changing the further they walked. "Do you have any idea where we are?
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
