Maeve
It's in his hands now seeing as he won't let her do more than lay here. Maeve sighs softly, giving a small nod of her head that makes her wince before she's still again. His frustration rolls off of him in waves. She can feel it pressing up against her own stress and if she were in a different state she'd try harder to offer him more comfort, but as it is she isn't. So all she can do is hold onto him where she's able to, eyes closed as she rests under his watchful eye.
Only when that second piece of paper is brought does she stir, making herself sit up as he reads over the sheet before passing it to her. Maeve runs through all of the names at least five times, checking them off in her head, counting again and again and again until she's finally satisfied that they're all there. "Good... I'll do rounds later.. check in with them all." Maeve murmurs mostly to herself as she hands him the paper, lying back until he decides that it's time to go.
Only when that second piece of paper is brought does she stir, making herself sit up as he reads over the sheet before passing it to her. Maeve runs through all of the names at least five times, checking them off in her head, counting again and again and again until she's finally satisfied that they're all there. "Good... I'll do rounds later.. check in with them all." Maeve murmurs mostly to herself as she hands him the paper, lying back until he decides that it's time to go.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
