Maeve
He doesn't look okay. Sure, he's not bleeding and the cuts are fairly minor all things considered, but she's not in any state to argue given that she didn't keep herself safe either. Maeve makes a sound of frustration in the back of her throat when his hand comes to her shoulder, pushing her back down towards the bed, "Jata.. This is my fault. I- I need to make sure they're okay. Need to see who's here. See who's missing." She argues. It seems the Madame can be just as stubborn as he is. Maeve looks up at him, eyes suddenly glassy as her throat tightens. If she had prepared more. If she actually took the time she needed to do more than just board up the windows and add extra locks.
The paper reveals that they can house up to ten here and another fifteen at the Society. "I have five mothers. One has two children and the others one each. They need to stay together." Maeve tells him softly, swallowing thickly as she tries to keep it together. He's not the only one that needs to make decisions. "Thirty lived on site. Including me." She'll let him do the math on that. It's hard enough to think as is with the way her head still hurts. The chill is getting to her, rain soaked clothes sticking to her skin and making her shiver.
The paper reveals that they can house up to ten here and another fifteen at the Society. "I have five mothers. One has two children and the others one each. They need to stay together." Maeve tells him softly, swallowing thickly as she tries to keep it together. He's not the only one that needs to make decisions. "Thirty lived on site. Including me." She'll let him do the math on that. It's hard enough to think as is with the way her head still hurts. The chill is getting to her, rain soaked clothes sticking to her skin and making her shiver.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
