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Maeve

Another point well made that has a flush of her own rising to her cheeks, thoroughly chastised by the other man. They were going to need to talk. Just... not yet. Not when this was happening with Ronin and things were still so precarious. She doesn't acknowledge it with anything more than a nod, letting him know that she heard him. It needs to be addressed and she will address it at some point.

"A brawl in the streets is one way to solve things, I suppose. At this point I'm not really sure that Ronin can hurt him further with his words. He's already so broken." She doesn't need to ability to feel emotions to say that with confidence. Maeve has looked into his eyes and seen the fractures in his soul barely hanging on. She sighs as well, shaking her head as she leaves him to retrieve the robe, "Let us just hope that they manage to do this without causing further harm."

Maeve smiles softly, wrapping her arms around her middle and drawing the cardigan she wears more tightly about herself. The ceiling groans and her eyes close, lips pressing into a thin line before she's casting her attention up and finally back on him. "We already have leaks in some of the rooms... At least seven busted windows. I'm not sure it's going to hold for the rest of the season..." Maeve murmurs, moving to sit back on the edge of the bed wearily, dropping her head into her hands. "We made preparations, but I fear that it's not enough."

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