She can't help the way her gaze drops at that or the feeling like her stomach has plummeted to the ground. Her expression remains neutral only out of practice at this point.

"Of course, darling." She can't begrudge him time. As much time as he needs. Even if it's upsetting to her. It's not like he's doing it on purpose. Emotions are...complex creatures. Even she hasn't fully mastered them. Not the real ones.

"Don't feel poorly, darling. Emotions are...well, you can't help how you feel anymore than anyone else. I can't fault you for that." She doesn't move any closer even though she wants to. To convey how sorry she is. But no. The last time she touched him, she harmed him. Even if it wasn't her, it was still...her. In a way. Physically.

"If...if anything changes, you can text me. Of course. I'll...I'll be around." And I don't sleep at all these days, so it's no inconvenience. But she doesn't say that because she doesn't need to put her own things on him. Expression still carefully curated, Maeve turns around to walk out and it isn't till she gets far enough away that she lets the mask drop.