"What a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said.
The Nightshade is more than familiar with reading emotions to notice the curiosity spark in his steel gaze, given away by the arching of his brows, but he doesn't add to or question her ideas. Maeve hums softly, lifting slender shoulders in a shrug, "I'm trying. I want to do good by the people here." She says with a soft sincerity, letting out a breath as she considers for a moment that she might not be doing that, but she's trying. Edmund stirs slightly as his earrings brush against his cheek, huffing against his chest, eyes blinking open blearily.
Maeve waves a hand in dismissal, "It's no problem. Consider it a going away gift." She manages a smile, lips curling almost demurely as she packs away her bottles into her basket. Once his own are collected and ready for transport, Maeve takes the canvas bag, hooking it over her shoulder for the time being.
Maeve waves a hand in dismissal, "It's no problem. Consider it a going away gift." She manages a smile, lips curling almost demurely as she packs away her bottles into her basket. Once his own are collected and ready for transport, Maeve takes the canvas bag, hooking it over her shoulder for the time being.
Maeve
