Maeve
A brief flash of surprise flits across her features when he accepts the help and she takes the bag of nails from him. "Oh? You don't want to put a hole through your cheek?" Maeve asks with an arched brow, a playful edge to her voice as she regards him. She holds onto the bag of nails, passing him the first one as he lifts the board for the next window. Maeve nods slowly, "I think so. Hopefully it'll help. She's rather miserable." Plus it runs the risk of making the other girls sick and that really isn't something she wants to deal with.
Her brows pinch together as she studies his face, noting the dark bags under his eyes and the clear clench in his jaw. Part of her wants to ask if he's okay. If he's getting enough rest. Except she is not his keeper and he has other people to worry about him. They barely know one another despite the intimate conversation they shared at the cathedral. Maeve can't even imagine the shit he's dealing with. Especially when she tries so hard herself to avoid getting tangled up in those types of things.
Maeve is quiet for a little bit at he works on nailing the boards in before she finally speaks up, "I, uhm, I have this really good tea that helps me sleep. It has some herbs in it that make you drowsy. If you wanted I could bring you some..." It feels stupid to offer. Given that his husband is literally a doctor and probably has plenty of things he could give him to help him sleep. Her tea probably pales in comparison, but she offers anyway because it's hard to miss the dark circles under his eyes. Especially when she has similar ones under her own.
Her brows pinch together as she studies his face, noting the dark bags under his eyes and the clear clench in his jaw. Part of her wants to ask if he's okay. If he's getting enough rest. Except she is not his keeper and he has other people to worry about him. They barely know one another despite the intimate conversation they shared at the cathedral. Maeve can't even imagine the shit he's dealing with. Especially when she tries so hard herself to avoid getting tangled up in those types of things.
Maeve is quiet for a little bit at he works on nailing the boards in before she finally speaks up, "I, uhm, I have this really good tea that helps me sleep. It has some herbs in it that make you drowsy. If you wanted I could bring you some..." It feels stupid to offer. Given that his husband is literally a doctor and probably has plenty of things he could give him to help him sleep. Her tea probably pales in comparison, but she offers anyway because it's hard to miss the dark circles under his eyes. Especially when she has similar ones under her own.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
