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Maeve would obviously not force her help upon him, for it was more something to ease his mind. Her own mind would forever be troubled with the thought of everyone who had to suffer at the hands of intolerance and discrimination. Though they were safe here in Mabon, she understood his distress and reluctance to remain here while there was so much suffering in the outside world. The risk would be well worth it. She did not doubt that. She would not openly volunteered her people if she knew that they would not wish to help those in need. Though it was mostly only her and Haldir who ventured from Mabon, certain others would go if it was necessary. Mostly, those who have lost someone very near and dear to them. Will you please then allow me to help you in what way I can?

Allowing her to tend to him, to help him recover. If she could not offer her assistance to him outside this realm, then at least she would be able to inside Mabon. I can not keep you here against your will. Even if she knew it would be what was best for him physically. But please..." She force her tears back over the thought of him leaving, fearing that the next time they met, it would be in the life after this. Let me help you. Let someone take care of you. For it seemed in his lifestyle, it was mostly the other way around. He was the one protecting others, risking his life as he fought for them and their rights... for the survival of his people. For the security of those he cared about. She only wished to do the same, for him.... for once.

Maeve only kept herself smiling, a bright expression on her face. His offer was so hard to refuse. In the culture of her people, it was terribly rude to reject an invitation from someone else. She was not an overly stubborn woman, and she tried to avoid debates as much as she could. Besides, this was not something she felt necessary to argue about. He was inviting her from the kindness of his heart, and she wanted to accept not to reside in more luxurious chambers... but so that she could be close to both Alistair and Isadora and thus, spend more time with them before their paths inevitably separated from one another. If you are certain it will not pose as any trouble for you or Princess Isadora, then I would love to accept your gracious offer.

She felt the excitement build within her! It had been enough of a thrill to be able to see Alistair again, but now knowing she would see both him and the kind princess, and be able to spend far more time with them than she had ever expected... it was a wonderful thing indeed! She would just have to inform Haldir about it, knowing that he would probably not join her in staying in the castle. Gratitude, she said, speaking with as much thankfulness as she could. For you have blessed me with your time, and your kindness. Something she would never take for granted. She knew at last the perfect gift for him, and as soon as she was given the time, would craft it for him. For she knew what he needed right now, without knowing all the specifications of his life in the past several months.

Allowing only but a short silence to pass, her smile remained as she once again took notice of his appearance. Tell me dear Alistair, has it been difficult to adjust to this life? Not the role of Isadora's wife, but more so the role of a knight... for she knew it was something he was unfamiliar with. The druids had their own customs and practices, so Maeve wished to know if he was having trouble in conforming to the expectations and standards of these people. She did not doubt that Isadora was aiding him, but Maeve of course wanted to hear it from his own point of view. Also wanted to see if there was anything she could do to aid him. After all, the princess must find herself busy with all the demands her role placed on her. Perhaps Maeve would find herself here longer than she had initially intended.

Maeve looked at him when spoke of how Isadora would know who she was after today. Did he mean in terms of how close they were to each other, or the truth of her race? Either way, it did not mater. Maeve completely trusted Alistair's judgment. She was just so honored that he would make such a great effort... for her. It meant so much to hear him say such things, that she felt tears fill her eyes and a soft, but touched, smile on her lips. She was truly honored; truly touched. And she could not help but allow her emotions to come through, as they always did. Your words fill me with so much honor my dear toror'. More than the English language would permit her to express. But no, please. Do not inconvenience her nor yourself. I am happy here, truly.

She was used to such conditions, and felt no strain because of them. I ask only one thing, she began to say. That I will be able to see the princess Isadora at least once before I depart from here. It is nothing less than an immense privilege to have gotten to know you two separately, and now, I should love to get to know you together. She knew that their relationship was a delicate one, but she wanted to be able to see both of them, and feel the affection they held for one another, not understanding who it was that elicited such feelings from them. It was indeed a wonderful thing and Maeve wished to be a part of their happiness, for it only showed that the world was not filled with darkness, but so much love as well.

Maeve listened attentively as Caitrin explained from where she came, and where she was sent. You now reside in Camelot then? She asked, using basic common sense. It was the kingdom they were currently in and Maeve doubted a young woman such as herself would have left an entire kingdom just to go for a horseback ride. It took days to exit the kingdom, and she was traveling not with a pack nor any other supplies that would indicate this was a long term journey. Do you like Camelot? Maeve asked, genuinely interested in her answer, but also hoping to distract her from the pain until she was able to make her something more suitable to alleviate the pain she was currently experiencing. Maeve had her own concerns about Camelot, though she could hate no place, nor all of it's people.

Camelot was just particularly dangerous for those of magic, as it was the origin of the Great Purge... and a place where they had lost many of their kind. Not only faeries, but all different kinds of magical beings and practitioners. Caitrin's next question was indeed a valid one, though a difficult one to respond to. Haldir had his own reasons for being less amiable towards humans; ones that Maeve respected. He had suffered a great loss: his wife. The race of faeries was slowly diminishing in numbers, and while Maeve loved each and every one of her kind, she did not know what it felt like to lose someone that you had given your heart to. It had changed Haldir, and it was why that when out in this realm, he did not converse with humans. He remained silent, reserved, and only gave help when it was needed. Maeve kept a soft smile on his face, not about to give away her thoughts.

Yet trying to mentally establish an appropriate response. You have caused no such offense, she assured, not wishing Caitrin to feel guilty for anything. Nor could Maeve disclose his reasons for being elusive right now. She respected her friend's privacy and she was well aware that Haldir never mentioned the death of his wife, to anyone. He is more reserved than I. A bit quieter by nature. It was not a lie for these were the traits his personality consisted of... at least in this realm. He will return shortly to check on you. Because as Maeve knew quite well, he was not a heartless person. When she commented on wanting something for the pain, Maeve gave a small nod. It is not the slightest bit of trouble. We have a few remedies that will hopefully aid you. Maeve set down the cup once it was mostly empty and reached for the pack of supplies, taking out another cup so that she could mix the draft in it.

With Haldir's pack also being close, Maeve reached for it and looked around in it, ensuring that she did not take anything out too quickly in the event that it was something that would reveal their true identity. He carried various herbs from Mabon that serve as medicine; a way to release pain without the use of spells. They were strong in effect, as they were from another realm, but as always, Maeve would be unable to disclose their place of origin. She took out one of the small pouches, untying the small rope that bound it and put a pinch of it in the empty cup. So tell me about yourself Lady Caitrin, she began, hoping to make casual conversation as a further distraction while Maeve assembled the remedy. I can imagine it was a great adjustment to move from your kingdom of birth, to now reside with your uncle. She added, interested to hear how Caitrin was faring in new circumstances.

Caitrin's next question begged the same evasion as the first. Maeve could not give specific answers for it could jeapordize her entire race and the entire realm of Mabon. While the location remained a secret, and always would for only the most trusted non-faery folk ventured there, it was still risky to reveal so much. Maeve was told that she could be too trusting of strangers, for she wished to think the best of everyone but sadly, the more darkness that filled this world, the more people betrayed that trust. It would of course never discourage the young queen, but it was something she had grown increasingly cautious of. From a far land, she said with purpose ambiguity. And what about you? She asked, not to change the subject but rather with genuine curiosity. Was she far from her home? If so then Maeve would have to make sure she would be fully healed for her journey.

If she was close, then while she would still require time to recover, it would not take as long. Maeve gave a kind smile when she thanked her, Caitrin's appreciation was something that Maeve felt flattered to have gained. You are quite welcome, she responded politely, not about to reject such words of gratitude. She wasted not a moment, and reached for the flask of water, pouring it into a nearby cup, slowly moving it to Caitrin's lips so that the poor girl would not have to use what little strength she had to hold on to a cup. When she questioned her skills as a potential physician, further revealing that her arm was broken, concern filled Maeve's eyes as her gaze fell to the injured arm. She did not want to touch it for it was very delicate right now. She best answer her question right now. I do hold some skills as a physician, she said.

She did not want to fully lie, so told her only a fraction of the truth. But it is my companion, Haldir, whom just left that holds great skills as a physician. He was after all the healer of the entire realm, having the strongest powers of healing... greater than any other faery. I will give you some medicine to ease the pain, though I am afraid you will have to wait for it to heal in its own time, she said regrettably, wishing there was more she could do. She knew that Haldir purposely did not heal all of Caitrin's condition; not out of malice or ill intent, but because it would be far too suspicious if Caitrin woke up with not a single injury on her. It would only make the truth about them all the more obvious; which was something Haldir was greatly cautious and skeptical about... for good reason to. I can make you a splint as well, to help give some support to it. While Maeve's powers of healing were not as great as his, she could take care of a person when need be.

Maeve was not sure how to feel about the woman's laughter and her words. All the faery queen could feel right now was sorrow for the poor creature, and a chill from the woman who ended its life. She was not sure what darkness plagued her, but there was certainly something there. Something that unnerved Maeve; emotions from her that could be so easily ignored. And yet, she also knew that being rude and judgmental was not an option. She would strive to ensure that the first tear would also be her last, for perhaps the young woman had purpose for doing what she did. I was passing and I... could not help but take notice of you. More specifically, the defenseless creature she had killed. She was trying to explain her reasons for having been watching her, as her words of it appearing otherwise were entirely true.

Maeve watched her as she slowly came close to the. The closer she came, the stronger the aura surrounding her came. And the closer the deceased creature was. Maeve tried to keep her eyes on the woman, but it was so very difficult when the animal at her side was still dropping blood, gashed open from its mortal wound. As it to make it more noticeable, the woman held it up to her, offering it. Maeve suppressed an expression that would indicate her horror at the scene. She was trying to remain as polite as she could, but could not go as far as to smile. I... Maeve's voice was soft and quiet, and she found herself unable to immediately answer the question. So she simply shook her head, still doing her best to mask the horror she felt upon witnessing all this.

She would of course have to say more; so collected her thoughts and held her feelings. It is not necessary. For her; but more so in a grander scale. Perhaps she should try to find out her motives for killing the rabbit before judging the morbidity her actions entailed. I would not want to rid you of what would be your meal? Both a question and a statement. The young woman certainly did not look like a nomad or hunter, but Maeve of course had to give her the benefit of the doubt. It would be wrong to judge her so quickly. Though she could not tell if her offering was made out of the kindness of her heart, or because she recognized the unease in Maeve. Maeve liked to think the best of people, so she would assume the first option before leaping to such a negative conclusion.

(( Awww well I'm VERY glad to hear you're feeling better!! Hahah and don't worry! Its not too graphic at all! I love how she is and how horrified Maeve its! hehe ))

Maeve gave a soft smile when Caitrin assured her that no apology was necessary. It was a shame it had come to this... but all she could focus on was how relieved she felt that she had found her when she did. The question of her language brought up difficulty in answering. She knew it was a completely justified question, as here she was speaking a completely foreign tongue, so she should have come to expect such a question. Yet what answer did she give? One filled with ambiguity? Or specification? It is a language from a land far from here, she said in a kind voice. She feared what would happen should Caitrin's curiosity lead her to discover the origin of the language. Forgive my rudeness in speaking this dialect in your presence.

Maeve knew it was indeed rude to speak in this tongue in front of someone who did not comprehend it. But Maeve often did this, mostly when conversing with Haldir. Maeve helped Caitrin off the horse, steadying her as best she could until she was able to lie on the makeshift bed that was already set up for her. Once she was on it, the faery quickly sat in front of her, adjusting the blankets so that it would provide more comfort. You need not thank me, for anything, she said softly, kindly smiling at the young woman. Are you hungry? Or perhaps thirsty? She did not want to force anything onto the young girl, but as her maternal instinct took over, she knew that Caitrin would need to keep up her strength, and gain sustenance in order to do this.

(( I don't mind at all! ))

Maeve felt at a strong loss as to what to do. She could feel a tear slowly trail its way down her cheek, feeling preyed on. Afraid. She did not wish to use what abilities her race as faery granted her, but she also had to defend herself however she could if only to protect Mirshann and the future of her people. Fortunately for her, this dilemma was soon resolved. For within the near distance she could feel another presence, and her more natural senses of sound and sight heard and then saw a man emerge from the woods. When he came into sight, she sensed a great many things from him. Dominantly: courage and strength. It was almost contagious for its abundance practically made Maeve feel as if she could use it to provide her own self with courage at such a time of fear. She watched him carefully, the tears slowly subsiding and allowing a less blurred vision of him to come into view.

There was something strongly different about him, compared to most of the men she had seen in this realm. Apart form the aura she sensed around him, he was well built, and held a foreign appearance to him. Mostly the unfamiliar markings around his arm which she caught herself staring at and yet could not help but stare for a few moments, intrigued by something unrecognizable to her. When he spoke, she felt a soft blush on her cheeks, having been distracted at his appearance, forgetting the current predicament she had found herself in. His words however only flattered her and forced the light blush in her cheeks to remain for a few prolonged moments. Her eyes met his before she lowered herself in a deep curtsy. In this realm it was strange, people only bowed in such a way to those who were deemed superior to them. In Mabon, everyone curtsied and bowed to each other, regardless of their rank for it was not of paramount importance nor focus to the people of Mabon.

Remaining in this deep graceful curtsy for a few moments she raised herself, and raised her eyes to him once more, trying to regain her confidence and allow her fear to subside. Mirshann took a few steps back. She was standing in front of her white stallion still, knowing Mirshann would not venture far without her, even if he was afraid. Kind Sir, she began to say in a soft voice, unable to help herself from glancing at the animals that she had once seen as a threat. Perhaps it was naive or simply too trusting, but she strongly believed the man's words. And felt a strange sense of guilt for having misjudged the danger of the animals, solely based on their appearance. Please forgive my intrusion if I have disturbed the land you and your companions graze on. Her words though apologetic, were spoken with a kind smile.

He had already complimented her, something she thought was strongly kind of him, and assured her that she was safe from them. How could she not return such kindness? I did not mean to place you at any inconvenience. With her experience thus far, everyone was so very suspicious of others. It was something that saddened her, but something that also made her have to assure people of such things so that there would not be as much mistrust. She took a small step closer towards the animal, wanting to move past the fear and not judge either creature without being able to better acquaint herself with them. What is her name? She asked, a soft smile still on her lips, trying to remedy herself from her previous frightened state he had found her in.


(( oh you don't have to apologize for the compliment! Hahah Maeve is no better because she is just staring at him I definitely agree with you though!! Andy and Erin are just too awesome to allow the opportunity to totally pass by without throwing out compliments here and there! hehe! ))

Maeve smiled when Caitrin asked if that was her horse's name. It is, she answered as she briefly raised her hand to stroke Mirshann's neck. The word Mirshann means 'angel'. In a language that would be unfamiliar to most in this realm, but understood by all in Mabon. However, Maeve of course could not exactly disclose this. There would be no reason to for right now, the young woman did not suspect Maeve of using magic to help her. Though it had technically been Haldir who'd used magic more than she.

Once Caitrin took her hand, Maeve used her strength to keep her stable on her feet, giving her much support as she could. It only took a few steps to get to Mirshann, but she knew it must be terribly straining for Caitrin. In fact, she felt the pain emanating from her and only made her wish she possessed the powers to completely alleviate her of such distress. You will have to lift your foot, just slightly, for Mirshann will be sure to help you. Which was what did indeed happen for once Caitrin raised her self to mount, Mirshann moved himself a bit more under her to give her that boost.

Wih Caitrin now safely on the horse, they could ride to camp. Maeve did not join her on Mirshann's back for Caitrin would be in far more comfort if she was riding on her own, as it would give her that extra space. Instead, Maeve moved to Mirshann's side as he rose to his four feet, and began to whisper in his ear. Z'har queelas faer amin mellon. And with those words, Mirshann entered a steady pace towards the camp with Maeve walking beside him. Were you out here riding on your own? She asked Caitrin, curious as to know whether they should be expecting more company or if they need tell someone where Caitrin was going.