Maeve can't help but laugh again, even as she shakes her head and she reaches up, brushing back some of Aimee's hair. "No, it isn't Moordale," she agrees. "Come on, I have a lot to tell you and you might want to sit down first."

She can see Aimee accepting this, she can see her finding a place in Darrow without much work, because Aimee is Aimee. People love her no matter where she goes. Maeve worries about her some of the time, but she never worries that Aimee won't have someone to help her, because that's just who Aimee is.