Maeve certainly hadn't expected this. The feeling of caring and responsibility that came over her as she got to know Ruby. She certainly hadn't expected to be someone that anyone else would want as a mother either. Even if it's just a mother figure. Not quite the same thing, but close enough. She reaches down to casually smooth down her skirt as if it will help or is necessary at all.

Her daughter is out of her grasp at this point. The one she's been fighting to get back to. But Ruby is here. Ruby is someone she can do something for. Her gaze is questioning as she looks her over quietly for a moment. It's another moment before she realizes she hasn't actually said anything.

"I don't know what she took from my memories. What information she had." There's a frown. "But perhaps she picked up on my own feelings and knew that...it was something that was a source of pain for you. Your mother." But she doesn't remember either side of the conversation. She doesn't know what Ruby said or anything that happened. It's disorienting.

"If you..." She pauses. "I would like..." No. This is not correct. "Despite the fact that we both have families...I think here we could be...each others. If you would like."