Maeve
A pain swells in her chest when he turns his gaze back to her, tears desperately wanting to fall, but the alchemist refuses them. It's achingly familiar and she reaches out to comforting hand, making sure that she only touches him where the blanket covers his skin, not wanting to add anymore to his inner turmoil. Even still, she runs a thumb back and forth soothingly, green eyes soft as she gazes up at him. In that moment it's easy to see how she draws people in. How she gets them to lower their walls. She has a gift for it. Even if it isn't a gift from the gods. "I'm sorry that you lost that. Even if what you have with Ronin is what you want in this time. To have that taken isn't something I'd wish on anyone." Maeve murmurs and there isn't pity in her voice. It's just an understanding of the hurt he's experienced.
But then he delivers her another hard truth and she draws in a breath. She knows this too. Has always known it. That it might be her job, but it can't be her life. The reminder, while bitter, is needed and once more she finds herself appreciative of his willingness to speak with her in this manner. If only they had had this conversation early. Perhaps she might of found the courage to admit how she was feeling when she was last with Jata. As it stands, she'll just have to face that another day. "I like to think I haven't stepped lightly, but maybe I have. I can't really say." Before she has a chance to speak further, Remi is bolting from the bed towards the window and Maeve scrambles to follow as the room flashes with that stark white blue that can only be from the governor himself.
Her hands brace against the window sill, eyes wide as she stares down into the street, watching the scene unfold. Her heart rabbits wildly in her chest waiting for the next hit, but it never comes. Instead the Star is helping up the Flood, bracing his body and relief washes through her the same way it washes away the blood on the street. She tears her eyes away from the men in the street, looking back up at Remi, "Thank goodness for that." Maeve murmurs before she realizes that he's lost his towel and she turns from him, instead flitting over to the small wardrobe and pulling a robe that's clearly not for her from inside to hold out to him. "Better than the towel, I would think."
But then he delivers her another hard truth and she draws in a breath. She knows this too. Has always known it. That it might be her job, but it can't be her life. The reminder, while bitter, is needed and once more she finds herself appreciative of his willingness to speak with her in this manner. If only they had had this conversation early. Perhaps she might of found the courage to admit how she was feeling when she was last with Jata. As it stands, she'll just have to face that another day. "I like to think I haven't stepped lightly, but maybe I have. I can't really say." Before she has a chance to speak further, Remi is bolting from the bed towards the window and Maeve scrambles to follow as the room flashes with that stark white blue that can only be from the governor himself.
Her hands brace against the window sill, eyes wide as she stares down into the street, watching the scene unfold. Her heart rabbits wildly in her chest waiting for the next hit, but it never comes. Instead the Star is helping up the Flood, bracing his body and relief washes through her the same way it washes away the blood on the street. She tears her eyes away from the men in the street, looking back up at Remi, "Thank goodness for that." Maeve murmurs before she realizes that he's lost his towel and she turns from him, instead flitting over to the small wardrobe and pulling a robe that's clearly not for her from inside to hold out to him. "Better than the towel, I would think."
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
