Maeve
His arm wraps around her and he gives her a little squeeze, pressing her into him and it helps a little bit, but not enough to make the guilt go away. Not enough that she still didn't wish she hadn't said a single fucking thing about it. Sunjata indulges her, though. Just like he always does. He's trying. Trying to be there for her. Trying not to be upset or bitter. He's trying and she knows he is. She appreciates him for it. This was a big deal for her. Something she never thought she would do. Yet she did it because of him. She trusts him even though she should probably know better.
Maeve takes a smaller sip of the rum, head already starting to feel fuzzy, but she needs to focus on him. "She asked me to do a few different things. She asked me to get some training, learn about non-magical means of healing, kill something..." She makes a face here. The woman has never killed more than a plant in her entire life and she has a feeling that Safrin wouldn't count that. "And to collect two of the things I want the item to be." Maeve finally concludes, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she glances up at him from beneath her lashes. "I was hoping that you could help me... If you'd be willing to."
Maeve takes a smaller sip of the rum, head already starting to feel fuzzy, but she needs to focus on him. "She asked me to do a few different things. She asked me to get some training, learn about non-magical means of healing, kill something..." She makes a face here. The woman has never killed more than a plant in her entire life and she has a feeling that Safrin wouldn't count that. "And to collect two of the things I want the item to be." Maeve finally concludes, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she glances up at him from beneath her lashes. "I was hoping that you could help me... If you'd be willing to."
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
