Maeve
It's easy to return the other woman's smile, the sweet disposition she seems to have infectious, but combine that with the gratitude the Madame feels for her taking the time and it just makes sense. "Very true. I can always hope to not need it, but will be grateful to have it should the need ever arise." Maeve tells her truthfully, taking the notes as she finishes them and adding them to the others in her basket, making sure they're tucked away safely. "I really appreciate all of this. I know I've said it, but it's been a touch difficult finding someone who had to time to spare." Or would be willing to.
"Wonderful. I'll send you a letter when I plan to make my way over there. I have a few things I need to fix up here, but once that's in a good place I'll be sure to come by." She informs her, knowing it might not be until next season that she gets to make her way there. It seems everyday there is something more to do. "That's all. Thank you for tending to my girls, too. Hopefully we'll have them home soon." Maeve straightens up, slipping her basket handle back onto the crook of her arm, giving the medic a final smile.
"I'll see you soon, Isla. Enjoy the rest of your evening." With that, the Madame slips back out the door and into the last bit of the sunset that colors the shy, heading for home.
~FIN~
"Wonderful. I'll send you a letter when I plan to make my way over there. I have a few things I need to fix up here, but once that's in a good place I'll be sure to come by." She informs her, knowing it might not be until next season that she gets to make her way there. It seems everyday there is something more to do. "That's all. Thank you for tending to my girls, too. Hopefully we'll have them home soon." Maeve straightens up, slipping her basket handle back onto the crook of her arm, giving the medic a final smile.
"I'll see you soon, Isla. Enjoy the rest of your evening." With that, the Madame slips back out the door and into the last bit of the sunset that colors the shy, heading for home.
~FIN~
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
