"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
"Then something custom." Maeve agrees easily, waiting for the shopkeeper to come back out, turning her attention back to Sunjata. Edmund is sleeping soundly now. Nothing about him says that the way Sunjata is holding him is wrong. Instead he rests there peacefully, one fist curled into a fist in his shirt and the other up by his cheek. "You could borrow these in the mean time. It takes time for blankets and I'd feel better knowing you had something." Besides, the ones for the Halenani weren't exactly plain. They were finished with various florals and greenery, the patterns lovingly stitching into soft cream and gray fabric, clearly made for the living spaces and not the customers.
Maeve feels a sharp twinge of pain as his words reach her and she can't stop herself from lifting a hand to his arm, bracing there lightly as she takes a breath, deep and shaky. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Jata... I can't imagine the pain." She murmurs, knowing her words won't do anything to soothe him, but she offers them anyway in a vain attempt to comfort.
Maeve feels a sharp twinge of pain as his words reach her and she can't stop herself from lifting a hand to his arm, bracing there lightly as she takes a breath, deep and shaky. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Jata... I can't imagine the pain." She murmurs, knowing her words won't do anything to soothe him, but she offers them anyway in a vain attempt to comfort.
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