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Maeve

Amelia looks up from the book she's reading, heaving a sigh at the sight of yet another man dripping water on the floor and asking for the Madame. She closes her book with a snap after marking her page, "Let me see if she's available." The girl replies curtly, turning to head up the stairs behind her with the unspoken instruction for him to stay there. It's a few minutes before she reappears with the Madame in tow. Maeve smiles at the sight of the Lullaby, drawing her cardigan more tightly around her frame against the slight chill that hangs in the air. "Going for a drowned rat look, I see." She teases, brow arching as a soft laugh bubbles up in her throat. "Lets get you dried up a bit. What brings you by?"

Maeve grabs a towel from a stack behind the desk, offering it to him and already beginning to lead him back upstairs to her chambers. Mostly to keep whatever conversation they have away from those who would wish to listen. Which is everyone in Torchline. Maeve isn't keen on airing her business and she does her best to keep her personal relationships private. Once they're back upstairs with the door firmly closed behind them, Maeve makes to put on a kettle for tea, intent on getting the demi-god warmed up. "How are things in Strombreak? How's Ronin?" She asks, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she flits back and forth in the small kitchenette.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up