I would fall from grace just to touch your face
The acceptance from the Lullaby is hesitant at best, but he bites his tongue. Likely for her own wellbeing. Even if it's not on her mind, Maeve is grateful to know that Remi would be willing to go to such lengths for her. She adores him all the more for it.
It's one thing to see something in a dream, but another entirely to have it in her hands. She gasps, eyes going wide as a bright smile blooms across her face and if she had the ability to dazzle like Ronin, the Nightshade would certainly be doing it now. With a reverence, Maeve runs her hands along the smooth wood, thumb brushing across the floral carvings that decorate the wood. "It's beautiful." And she could cry all over again for how much she loves it. The arrows are just as lovely in their own right. Delicately she brushes a thumb over the feathers, spotting his easily and her joy only grows, "I don't think I'm ever going to stop owing you. Thank you so much, Remi."
It's one thing to see something in a dream, but another entirely to have it in her hands. She gasps, eyes going wide as a bright smile blooms across her face and if she had the ability to dazzle like Ronin, the Nightshade would certainly be doing it now. With a reverence, Maeve runs her hands along the smooth wood, thumb brushing across the floral carvings that decorate the wood. "It's beautiful." And she could cry all over again for how much she loves it. The arrows are just as lovely in their own right. Delicately she brushes a thumb over the feathers, spotting his easily and her joy only grows, "I don't think I'm ever going to stop owing you. Thank you so much, Remi."
Maeve
