I don't trust nobody
The praise does wonders for her overall mood, further boosting her confidence. They've got this. No longer does fear linger in her belly to make her sick. Instead it's replaced with sound knowledge that between the two of them they can manage. "Thanks.. I thought the weave might help some." She explains as if it really matters while she helps him situate the oars in the rowboat before finding a perch on the still damp seat. She can feel the cool dampness through the light trousers she's wearing and tries not to grimace.
"Uh.. Yeah. I think I can manage that. You just sort of need me to tell you which way to turn?" Maeve throws the question back at him from over her shoulder, following it with a quick glance in search of clarification.
"Uh.. Yeah. I think I can manage that. You just sort of need me to tell you which way to turn?" Maeve throws the question back at him from over her shoulder, following it with a quick glance in search of clarification.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
