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Maeve

"You have the drowned part down, love. Not so much the rat bit." Maeve offers as they make their way into her room and behind closed doors. She barely pays him any mind as he heads into the bathroom to strip out of his soaking clothes and affixing the towel around his hips instead. Only does she spare him a glance when he comes back out to join her in the kitchen, a smile curling on her lips as she shakes her head, "The weather is better everywhere in comparison to here. The monsoons spare no one." And they don't. Although she's hoping that they'll spare the Halenani for another season, but they're already getting some leaks. It has her a touch worried.

Once the kettle is on, she turns to face him, crossing her arms over her chest as her brow furrows at the sudden change in his tone. Maeve sets her lips into a thin line, looking up at him with concern, "Did something happen? Is he alright?" She asks, her voice pitching up higher with a sudden well of anxiety in her chest. The Madame had grown quite close with the Star during their travels and the idea that something might be amiss has worry swirling in her gut.

She shifts on her feet, letting them carry her towards the couch as her fingers come up to fidget with the pearls around her neck. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth as she lowers herself onto the couch, leaving the spot closest to the fire open for him to take.

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