Maeve needs time alone, so she's found her way to the lake. She takes off her clothes, placing them in sight, but she's not terribly worried about it. She swims for a while, aware of the chill, but not terribly bothered by it. She's lowered her pain responses a long time ago.

She stares up at the sky as she pauses a little ways away from the shore. They don't look familiar, but it is nice to see them. The area seems a little more serene. She's still not sure what the point of this place was. You couldn't even make traps to catch food. As far as she knows, no one's killed anyone, but there's still time.

There's a soft sigh as she moves to swim a little more before simply floating in the water.