Maeve
The next breath drawn by the Nightshade is even, sobs sputtering out into quiet, hitching breaths instead. Lifting her head from the crook of Safrin's neck, she meets the goddess's eyes, seeing the truth swirling within the galaxies there. "Thank you for understanding, Safrin... I'm still sorry I couldn't give more of myself. That I let my attention be drawn elsewhere." It still felt like a personal failure even if the sting had been lessened by her words.
Wiping at her eyes, Maeve straightens with another deep breath, attempting to ground herself in the moment as she holds her gaze. "I don't know what to do next. I feel... lost without a cause to focus on." She murmurs, lips pursing in deep thought as a wrinkle forms between her brow. Edmund was her current concern, of course. Not that she knew what to do about that. "What would you do? If it was your son?"
Wiping at her eyes, Maeve straightens with another deep breath, attempting to ground herself in the moment as she holds her gaze. "I don't know what to do next. I feel... lost without a cause to focus on." She murmurs, lips pursing in deep thought as a wrinkle forms between her brow. Edmund was her current concern, of course. Not that she knew what to do about that. "What would you do? If it was your son?"
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
