Maeve
The risk of running into Nate at the Wren Society was high and Maeve didn't really want to focus on her odds. She wasn't even going there for him. No, she was coming to check on her workers and to update them on the progress of the rebuild. Soon they would be able to come home. That was her hope at least.
Maeve pushes through the front door, a basket of goodies cradled in the nook of her arm to help lift their spirits. It seems she isn't the only one paying the patients a visit. An unfamiliar voice drifts down the hall, giving the Madame pause for only a moment before she's continuing forward. "Hello?" The voice is distinctly feminine and Maeve struggles to place it, not recognizing it as one of the nurses who helped tend to her on the night of the collapse. Gently she raps on the doorframe as she peeks around the side, spotting a blonde woman who she doesn't recall seeing before, but that doesn't say much. "Hey, sorry to interrupt. I was just coming by to check on some of my girls. I can come back later if you're in the middle of an exam, though."
Maeve pushes through the front door, a basket of goodies cradled in the nook of her arm to help lift their spirits. It seems she isn't the only one paying the patients a visit. An unfamiliar voice drifts down the hall, giving the Madame pause for only a moment before she's continuing forward. "Hello?" The voice is distinctly feminine and Maeve struggles to place it, not recognizing it as one of the nurses who helped tend to her on the night of the collapse. Gently she raps on the doorframe as she peeks around the side, spotting a blonde woman who she doesn't recall seeing before, but that doesn't say much. "Hey, sorry to interrupt. I was just coming by to check on some of my girls. I can come back later if you're in the middle of an exam, though."
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
