I'd bring you further roses

Maeve

Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth, brows pinching together, "Maybe he thought it would lighten the load." Her shoulders lift in a shrug, not knowing what else to really say for it when she didn't understand the motivation behind it herself. It's easy to tell that he has more he wants to say, but the alchemist bites his tongue, dismissing the topic completely. "That's we can do at this point." She agrees, not seeing how he's wrong.

It's hard to say whether Safrin would like that, but she offered anyway. If only because it felt like the thing to do. The comment about Frey earns him a snort and she huffs a laugh, lips twitching into a smirk, "I know it seems like they would be most fitting." Her mind flicks back to her one meeting with the herald and how poorly it went, but at this point she was dedicated to Safrin and she's happy that way. "Oh? How do you mean?" Maeve asks curiously in regards to the comment about Safrin, arching a brow as her head cocks to the side before a smile tugs on her lips. "I have no doubt. I like to think I'd do a good job of it. Even if it's a terrible position to be in." She laughs softly, giving him a gentle nudge, "Does this mean you'll be around for advice?" The Madame teases.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush