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Maeve

It is not news to Maeve. She was one of the first two be aware of the situation. After those directly involved of course. The Madame had known the last time she spoke to Remi about the gods on the beach. Her lips purse and she places her hands in her lap, "Right... The situation with Kamaria." She acknowledges softly. Maeve had yet to meet the girl. Both of them deciding that it wasn't the best time while she was still adjusting. However, she was rather intimate with struggles the Flood was facing without Nate and the situation as a whole. It was hard for her not to worry how things might between the two. Would he lose another important person in his life?

Maeve sighs, glancing back up at him as a frown threatens to tug at her lips, "He's been having a hard time. Without Nate and Ru. I've become... close with him in recent weeks." Close was a word for it and she still has marks on her throat from his last visit, the pearls he gifted her pressing against them as she continues to fidget. Her eyes lock with his and she considers her words for a moment, "I'm assuming he didn't take it well? Given what happened before I would be surprised if he had..." Maeve shakes her head, tucking her legs beneath her as she curls against the arm of the couch.

"Is he there now then?" She finally asks, arching a brow as she waits for the alchemist to confirm one way or another what exactly is going on.

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