the middle of the ride

Maeve

The Nightshade listens quietly, something that's become more and more common for her in the past seasons, sipping at her tea as he speaks. It isn't until he finishes speaking that she says something in turn. "I suppose there is nothing to really do but let him feel it all himself." And to help him where he can, of course. Maeve had no plans to let him flounder once he tells her. She's going to be there for her son, help him control his powers, and grow stronger. Maeve feels her lips start to curl as he speaks of her son. Of what he said.

A laugh bubbles up in her throat, expression softening as she looks down at the teacup in her grasp, eyes lifting shortly after to one of the many drawings from her son that hang on the wall by her desk. "I'm not surprised... That sounds like him."

Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine

The Nightshade