"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
Her heart aches for him, noting that pain in his gaze, the way he shuts down again and she sighs softly. Edmund snuggles against him, heaving out a large breath, little body going limp again as he holds onto Sunjata. Maeve offers him a small smile, reaching over to give his arm another squeeze, "I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm here if you need anything. You know that." And whether he takes her up on that is on him, but she's there as a friend if he needs it. The shopkeeper comes and Maeve stands by quietly, listening to his order, but she nods at his choices. "I think that's a good choice. Fitting." Maeve murmurs, arranging to have her blankets delivered to the Halenani before she's collecting her basket.
"I need to get firewood too. What else do you have to get?" She asks softly, noting that Edmund is back to sleeping happily against his chest for the time being, content to stay put.
"I need to get firewood too. What else do you have to get?" She asks softly, noting that Edmund is back to sleeping happily against his chest for the time being, content to stay put.
Maeve
