She knows she’s got nothing to fear from Maeve, but the hot anger in her voice trips a flinch from her on instinct nonetheless. Maybe trying to hide what happened was dumb, but she just hadn’t wanted to worry Maeve–it wasn’t anything she hadn’t had to deal with before–
“Nothing worth ruining your day over,” she says after a moment, looking back at Maeve when she quit trying to wonder if she could fight the concern. “I got my money, at least.”
“ Well, it would appear that my day is already ruined, darling, ” she responds quickly, arching a brow. “ Some fucking reprobate chose to lay his hands on one of my dearest girls --- and not in the ideal fashion. ” Her tone softens a little, concern melting away her ire, if only for a brief moment. Of all her girls, Maeve had always been the most fond of Clementine, had tucked the girl under her wing for guidance and protection the moment they’d crossed paths. She hated the idea of anyone causing Clementine pain.
Her hand gingerly cups Clementine’s cheek, careful not to cause her any further discomfort. “ I don’t suppose the awful miscreant chose to linger around? ” If he had, he would be receiving more than a mere black eye.