vivamus, moriendum est

Maeve

"It was, yes. The winds took out one of the walls and some supporting beams. Luckily not too many people were hurt, but we're having to rebuild from scratch." Maeve shakes her head, that tell tale irritation at the situation rising up in her chest, but she quickly pushes it down with the reminder that rebuilding from scratch meant a better place for her workers. As for what happened at the Wren Society, "As far as I'm aware someone tried to burn it down at the same time the Slagveld was attacked. My partner, Locke, was here when it got put out. Apparently the Voice had something to do with it." Surely that would be nice for the Ascended to hear about. It seemed that every time she turned around there was something negative to say about the Voice and the Heralds. Neither were without their faults, but Maeve didn't think that one was better than the other. That just wasn't her way.

Her brows lift in interest and a soft sound rises in the back of her throat, "A field medic? So would you say that you're fairly good at giving first aide with potentially limited supplies and the like?" Maeve asks, curiosity coloring her tone as she leans a touch closer to the woman. Asking Nate for help with this was absolutely out of the question and October had too much on her plate. The Madame was beginning to worry that there wouldn't be anyone able to teach her what she needed to learn for Safrin, but maybe she was in luck. "I've been wanting to learn more about non-magical healing. I know some things about medicinal herbs, tinctures, and the like. Nothing really about first aide besides basic bandaging."

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death