[ Between Maeve taking the wrapped pastry and greeting G'raha, Val is given a little room to breathe. She feels as though she should be better about the closeness, because this is her family but old habits are hard to break, and Val has never been comfortable with such things.
(Maybe she had been, though, as some point. Maybe Maeve remembers that.)
She beams at G'raha. ] Maybe so. I didn't have anywhere else to be. [ For once.
Maeve is also smiling, directing them both toward the table she'd been sitting at. Her quiet male companion is still sitting there, looking about as out of place as Val was feeling just a minute ago. Some, Maeve says. I'm afraid I've been so entranced by Valeria's stories that we've had very little chance to actually catch up. ]
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(Maybe she had been, though, as some point. Maybe Maeve remembers that.)
She beams at G'raha. ] Maybe so. I didn't have anywhere else to be. [ For once.
Maeve is also smiling, directing them both toward the table she'd been sitting at. Her quiet male companion is still sitting there, looking about as out of place as Val was feeling just a minute ago. Some, Maeve says. I'm afraid I've been so entranced by Valeria's stories that we've had very little chance to actually catch up. ]