I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve doesn't want to bring up the true topic that has her on edge. She already has a sinking feeling in her stomach that it isn't going to go well. Drawing in a breath and pushing her unease aside, the Nightshade lets him start creaming the butter and sugar together while she measures out the dry ingredients into a bowl to whisk together lightly. "I'm sure they are. Paige said that Sol wrote her. She was very excited that she was coming to visit."
Slowly pouring the dry ingredients into his butter and sugar mixture, Maeve lets him mix the first bit as she answers his own question. "He's doing well. I think he's unsure about what to do with himself. He wants to be bigger." Maeve murmurs, brows pinching together as she recalled the conversation with her son and what it was that Harper told her about later. How he found him hiding away, upset over the fact that he was so young.
Slowly pouring the dry ingredients into his butter and sugar mixture, Maeve lets him mix the first bit as she answers his own question. "He's doing well. I think he's unsure about what to do with himself. He wants to be bigger." Maeve murmurs, brows pinching together as she recalled the conversation with her son and what it was that Harper told her about later. How he found him hiding away, upset over the fact that he was so young.
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