Call to Maeve

[Conner Wells]

Conner had stared at his phone for a good solid minute before finally dialing Maeve 's number; thank God Quinn had it given it to him, otherwise me would've risked walking the Barrens alone with no idea where to go.
He knew there was a very decent chance she would answer just long enough to hear his voice and then hang up in his face. Not that he would blame her. But there were some things that needed to be said, and he didn't feel comfortable texting; there was no nuance in it, and he would need all the context he could give.
Finally the call started. It was all or nothing now...

[Maeve]

"Hello?" The voice on the other side is grumbly, bored, hungry sounding.

[Conner Wells]

Conner's first thought is Thank God, she's alive!; quickly followed by she sounds like shit.
"Hey, Maeve. I was hoping we could meet up, sometime soon? I know there's a lot going on (no shit Sherlock) but there's some things I want to make sure I get off my chest before too much time passes. You can pick the place, and I'll meet you there."
There was no point in beating around the bush; Maeve likely knew exactly why he was calling. He was just being discrete for the sake of not spouting Court jargon over the phone. They would have to address what happened at some point, might as well be sooner than later.

[Maeve]

There is a long pause. "...just... Come to where you should already know I am." Maeve is, as always, to the point.

[Conner Wells]

Conner lets the reply sit for a few seconds. Really? No landmarks? No address? Just wander the Barrens alone until you happen to stumble across a neon-blue vampire lady who probably wants to kick my ass?
But, to give credit where it was due, at least she didn't sound against the idea of meeting.
"Great! I'll be looking for you...out there. Thanks. Stay safe".
Conner ends the call. If nothing else, perhaps this would be welcome practice for where the two swapped off their respective exiles. To the Barrens it was then...