I don't know if you can hear me

"Not silly at all." Safrin interrupts with a shake of her head. "But also not something that can be rushed. Love is one of the greatest gifts Mort ever bestowed on humanity. A way to give meaning to life. But as such, true love of the kind you seem to want...is not something I can offer you." Could Safrin make a love potion? Could she make anyone in Maeve's vicinity want her with hopeless zeal? Could she simply eliminate any of Maeve's competitors? Of course she good. But such wasn't what the Madame was truly after. 'You aren't alone, dear one.' The goddess says with another shake of her head, her galactic gaze warm and inviting as it scans the lines of Maeve's face. "Perhaps you might not have found the one, but you aren't alone because of that. You have your work, your friends, yourself. Me." Sitting up straighter now, her head tilted ever more to the side, Safrin's eyes flash with understanding. "Perhaps a way for you to suddenly appear at someone's side, should they need you? Regardless of where they are?" Safrin