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[img]https://s12.postimg.org/v4ysdqh4d/Regency_Chloe_13.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600]Location:[/color] Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]Maeve covered her mouth with her hand, but it didn't stop the laughter from spilling out as she saw Calum, ensnared by his own coat. He seemed to be getting more and more clumsy by the moment, as if with each moment, he regressed in his motor skills just a tad bit more. And while Nigel helped the man to his feet and didn't laugh, Maeve couldn't quite help herself. Any bit of self control she had been attempting to practice, at least when it came to Calum and his fuddling, had vanished. 

As Calum made his way to the office, nearly knocking over tables as he went, Maeve couldn't help but wonder if the inn would still be standing come morning. The odds seemed to be increasingly against it. And if she didn't have a cover of some decency to maintain, she perhaps would have struck a bet with Nigel. She did enjoy gambling, after all. 

[color=ff6600]"A gran' idea indeed,"[/color] Maeve replied, as Nigel explained the removal of the candles. She turned her head towards the sound of Calum's latest crash and became more convinced by her earlier theory that the man was slowly losing all of his fine motor skills. When Nigel bade her goodnight, she thanked him once more for the instructions, though she doubted that she would need much during the night. 

Recalling the instructions from earlier, Maeve grabbed her belongings and made her way up the stairs to the room that Nigel's wife had prepared for her. A lullaby drifted in and out of her mind, and had she not been carrying her possessions, she would have translated the words with her hands out of a force of habit. Roisin never could hear her sing, yet Maeve still sang to her child, just in a different way than other mothers would. Her heart ached slightly, wishing that her child could be closer, wanting to know every little detail about her little rose's day. 

Her main consolation was that a warm bath had been promised to her before she turned in that evening.