Maeve
His hand is extended down to her and she doesn't hesitate to take it. A slight grimace pulling on her feature as she uses his hand to pull herself up, getting her feat back under her with a soft huff, looking over to Melita now. "We just need to carry these back up to the surface and get it poured into the casks." Then it was just a matter of getting back to Torchline with it. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult for the three of them. Locke with his shifts, Melita with her bow, and Maeve with her whip. The trio was more than well enough matched for some of the things they could run into out here.
Maeve grabs two of the buckets, setting back the way they came slowly, steps evenly paced as she pushes towards the way out. "Just stay together. No telling what could be around."
Maeve grabs two of the buckets, setting back the way they came slowly, steps evenly paced as she pushes towards the way out. "Just stay together. No telling what could be around."
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
