Maeve
She wasn't sure what she was expecting his response to be. This isn't what he came here for. Clearly. Except this is what's happening. Maeve almost leans into his touch, but it's gone before she even has a chance to really feel it. It's not harsh. The way he speaks. Just honest. Maeve nods slowly, sniffling softly as she looks at him. "I-" She does want to lay down, but the whole reason she was sitting her was to deal with her hair.
"I need help with my hair... I tried to get it clean, but I couldn't and-" her voice breaks here and she knows she looks weak. She hates it, but there is nothing to be done. "I have to cut it and I don't know how..."
"I need help with my hair... I tried to get it clean, but I couldn't and-" her voice breaks here and she knows she looks weak. She hates it, but there is nothing to be done. "I have to cut it and I don't know how..."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
