I'll sweep the stardust for you

Maeve

He doesn't need to apologize. She knows that it's hard for him. That there is so much going on in his life that it's impossible to shut it all out. Even if he might want to. So Maeve tries her best to keep him with her instead. Maeve offers a soft smile in return, thumb stroking over his cheek, "It's okay. She murmurs in return, waiting for him to move before following him. He passes her a towel and she wraps it around her slim form, drying herself off carefully and only wincing a few times as she passes over bruises a bit too roughly. Her hair is already starting to curl once she gets some of the water out, but she finishes up just as he's offering her a shirt to put on.

"I don't mind sleeping naked, but perhaps a shirt would be best." Maeve quips, grinning back at him easily. Especially if they were going to be out in the open. The last thing they would need is for Kamaria to wander downstairs and find a naked woman curled up with her father. Maeve pulls on the shirt, letting the soft fabric fall into place. It absolutely swims on her, hanging past midthigh even when she lifts her arms above her head. The fabric is nice against her skin and it smells like him. Maeve runs her fingers through her hair, brushing it out just a bit before she's looking at him again. "Just need to grab a few more blankets. I'm sure we can make something rather comfortable, don't you think?"

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending