Maeve
"Naps are so good. I wholeheartedly agree, but babies never seem to get that memo." Maeve counters, taking the opportunity to sit, letting her own recovering body rest as she takes in a breath that only tweaks her ribs a little. She can deal with this. "Entering the home stretch, it seems. My girls say this is when it gets to be the hardest. Before the last few weeks of the third trimester, of course." She's helped Phoebe with enough to know a thing or two, but she's definitely no doctor. Maeve grimaces at the idea of having to go around with something like that, but maybe it was better than having to stop to pee every ten minutes. The Madame couldn't really say one way or another.
Her own smile is easily given, something bright and sweet that lights up the soft green of her eyes, "I'm Maeve and please don't bother with such formalities on my account." She drawls, a quiet laugh rising in her throat as she shifts herself on the bench to more easily face the other woman where she's gotten herself slightly comfortable. As comfortable as you can be with a baby rearranging your organs. The name was familiar and her brows draw together as she tries her best to recall where she heard it from. Was it Remi? Ronin? Perhaps she was with the Order? "You don't happen to know Ronin, do you?"
Her own smile is easily given, something bright and sweet that lights up the soft green of her eyes, "I'm Maeve and please don't bother with such formalities on my account." She drawls, a quiet laugh rising in her throat as she shifts herself on the bench to more easily face the other woman where she's gotten herself slightly comfortable. As comfortable as you can be with a baby rearranging your organs. The name was familiar and her brows draw together as she tries her best to recall where she heard it from. Was it Remi? Ronin? Perhaps she was with the Order? "You don't happen to know Ronin, do you?"
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
