Maeve
Maeve is grateful that the medic seems happy to answer all of her questions, being thorough in the process of doing so, making notes here and there on the paper before her so that Maeve might have it all to look over later. She would have been a good teacher. Maybe she was in another life. The Madame couldn't say for sure, but it was easy to see why Isla and Remi got along so well. "That makes sense. Just something to brace it against so you can wrap it." She repeats the earlier information, committing it to memory so she will be prepared for whatever was to come in the future.
"Perfect! Would it be best to send you a letter for when I plan to visit? I would hate to just pop in unannounced." Maeve smiles at the other woman, shifting her stance against the counter as they prepare to move to the next topic, further expanding her knowledge. A laugh bubbles up in her throat and she shakes her head, "More common than you would think. I'm pretty sure there isn't a single person in Torchline besides myself who actually wears sunscreen. It's truly a mess." While it wasn't the same as suturing wounds or setting bones, this would be no less important.
"Perfect! Would it be best to send you a letter for when I plan to visit? I would hate to just pop in unannounced." Maeve smiles at the other woman, shifting her stance against the counter as they prepare to move to the next topic, further expanding her knowledge. A laugh bubbles up in her throat and she shakes her head, "More common than you would think. I'm pretty sure there isn't a single person in Torchline besides myself who actually wears sunscreen. It's truly a mess." While it wasn't the same as suturing wounds or setting bones, this would be no less important.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
