Maeve
A tightness she didn't realize had gathered around her heart eases and she lets out a breath, "I don't think so either... I'm going to speak with Safrin again soon. Perhaps she'll have some insight for me." Maeve murmurs softly, finishing off her tea and setting the empty cup back onto the tray, tugging a blanket from the back of the couch to drape over her lap. "I want them safe. I'm sure you understand that. Having a baby in war isn't feasible." How could she possibly fight or defend her home if she had a baby to worry about on top of it? It was too dangerous and not something Maeve was interested in risking. Her child's life was her new priority.
"With the new layout I can house more here than we ever could before. We'd be able to double up on rooms in both buildings. Right now we have space for at least fifty families if they had a single room. That's not even including the living spaces." It would be cramped, but they would have somewhere safe to stay. A place to take shelter. Maeve holds his gaze, listening to his offer and nodding in response, "If he's willing. I would appreciate it. How you any other thoughts on what we can do?" She asks softly, arching a dark brow as her head cocks to the side.
"With the new layout I can house more here than we ever could before. We'd be able to double up on rooms in both buildings. Right now we have space for at least fifty families if they had a single room. That's not even including the living spaces." It would be cramped, but they would have somewhere safe to stay. A place to take shelter. Maeve holds his gaze, listening to his offer and nodding in response, "If he's willing. I would appreciate it. How you any other thoughts on what we can do?" She asks softly, arching a dark brow as her head cocks to the side.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
