Maeve
Thankfully the sickness passes quickly once she actually empties the contents of her stomach, leaving her shaking and winded, a foul taste in her mouth. He doesn't give her a hard time for this either, choosing to stay silent as she deals with the bout of sickness. "S'fine... I have some." It's one of the things she doesn't leave without now. Not after the first time she got thrown across the Wilds with no supplies except the clothes on her back. Maeve grabs her canteen from inside her small pack, untwisting the top and taking a swig, swishing out her mouth and spitting into the bushes as she steps back onto the trail.
"You know.. Same thing almost happened when I flew on Ronin's nimbus, but I didn't have the excuse of being pregnant then." She huffs, taking another drink of water to wash the acid out of her throat, wincing at the slight burn. Maeve draws in a ragged breath, walking a bit more slowly than she might usually, clearly still recovering from the whole ordeal of it all.
"You know.. Same thing almost happened when I flew on Ronin's nimbus, but I didn't have the excuse of being pregnant then." She huffs, taking another drink of water to wash the acid out of her throat, wincing at the slight burn. Maeve draws in a ragged breath, walking a bit more slowly than she might usually, clearly still recovering from the whole ordeal of it all.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
