Maeve
She's quiet as she watches, noting the way that the magic sinks into the marble, filling the veins and imbuing it with light. They continue like this for a number of minutes. Both of them silent. Maeve afraid to chance small talk again for fear of earning his ire or distracting him from the task at hand. She's about to suggest he take a break before he speaks again, asking where to turn his attention next and she has to think hard for a moment. "Maybe another dose for the water? I doubt the flowers need it."
Maeve attempts a joke, huffing a small laugh, but it quickly dies out when it's clear that he isn't going to return her half smile. "After this we're done... Thank you again for the help." She says softly, once more staying out of his way as he starts working.
Maeve attempts a joke, huffing a small laugh, but it quickly dies out when it's clear that he isn't going to return her half smile. "After this we're done... Thank you again for the help." She says softly, once more staying out of his way as he starts working.
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
