"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
"Of course." The reply is instance, answering both his thanks and his request. It was the least she can do in all of this. Maeve might not have been able to take the pain away or ease his mind, but she could do these things. The Nightshade trailed after him, wringing out the salt water from her skirts, "I can make sure you have passage on the first Skyship out tomorrow morning." She murmured, expression somber as she held his gaze, clearly seeing the pain that lingered just behind the ice in his gaze.
True to her word, the Nightshade ensures he has a spot on the first ship out. She sends him off with some honey and a soothing balm for dry hands, advising him that it would help to keep his skin from cracking in the cold, knowing he'd be braving the elements in King's End. With a reminder to write should he need anything, Maeve sends him off, knowing that he's leaving a part of himself behind.
~FIN <3~
True to her word, the Nightshade ensures he has a spot on the first ship out. She sends him off with some honey and a soothing balm for dry hands, advising him that it would help to keep his skin from cracking in the cold, knowing he'd be braving the elements in King's End. With a reminder to write should he need anything, Maeve sends him off, knowing that he's leaving a part of himself behind.
~FIN <3~
Maeve
