❅ Eleven (Text)

[stonebird]

I have a delicate matter I need to discuss with a lady; preferably one who comes from a modern era. (Since her era has been called "medieval" more than once. Surely humanity has progressed in this...?)

I thank you in advance for your time. I would also like to -

(This is more difficult.)

A great Elf has left us. He was very dear to me and I will miss him for the rest of my life.

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[madambutterfly]

[The propriety is adorable. Maeve flashes a quick, close-mouthed smile and can already tell that she is hurting. Looping an arm in Sansa's with the deft elegance of a woman who has done so thousands of times, she gestures to the house.]

Show me inside, Sansa.

[A funny thing, she thinks, to give a synthetic person knowledge of a biologically human trait. A few of the hosts - her girls - had done it before, felt the soreness, agonized in it. Maeve would hazard that some guests of the park liked the blood.

Made them seem more real.]

I have a few tricks that can mitigate the pain.

[stonebird]

(She is left with the sensation that she is in the presence of a great lady. Sansa has a sincere admiration of great women and she is curious what she can learn from Maeve.)

Of course. (Her posture and steps are elegant as she leads the way up the path. The door is partially open, so all she need do is give it a small push.)

I will appreciate anything you can teach me. (She glances at the other woman, a little nervous.) My mother didn't live long enough to inform me.

[madambutterfly]

[While she may possess the bearing of someone with high socioeconomic standing, Maeve has the mouth of a sailor and the blunt attitude to match. The girl at her side possesses a genteel nature she isn't sure will last long in a place like this, but she's seen more impressionable mooncalves before and they got on all right.

Mother strikes something in her center mass, and Maeve only covers it by clearing her throat once they are inside.]

We have precious little here in terms of medicinals, but-

[Extricating her arm and moving across the parlor space, locating the room she was looking for, Maeve opens a door that - luckily - leads to tile floors, a sink, and a tub.]

-I always start with a hot bath.

[stonebird]

(Mooncalf was an accurate descriptor when Sansa was 11 or 12. But King's Landing broke her of most of her naiveté and what was left over was crushed by Baelish, Bolton and now the ominous threat that is traveling quickly from the North. She knows how to survive - perhaps not as well as her sister, Arya - but her time in various worlds has better equipped her in that respect. For example, she can use a sword and a bow. She will even learn how to fire a gun.)

The heat would be relaxing. (She agrees, staying where she stands, her hands crossed before her.) I will hardly abandon you to take one now. I wouldn't be a very gracious host.