You walk to your room holding your left rib feeling a burning pain as you step. This was the result of you being stubborn and ignoring the captain orders and fighting with the pirates that were trying to invade the ship hours ago. The situation is now under control.

Well, to be honest, you were great, the only problem was your bad luck at the end of it when you got hit on the rib. When all the fights finally ends and the crew is safe, you can sit on your bed and take a few painkillers and vanishing it down with water, you hear footsteps and you cover your bruised rib with your clothes and look up to see who is there and in the moment your eyes meet with the other pair of eyes, you know you're in real trouble with the Captain. Your girlfriend is mad, and you know it better than anyone.

Maeve hated when you got hurt. She hated anything that involved causing you the slightest discomfort. She didn't like you fighting, not because she thought you were incapable or anything like that, but because she thought you shouldn't get involved in those things.

Maeve never loved anyone like she loved you. She adored you from head to toe and didn't hide it, she would do anything for you. Anything you asked for or wanted, she treated you with respect above all else.

She shakes her head irritably, trying to stay calm; she would hate to lose her temper with you. She didn't like to argue, but sometimes, like now, she knew it was necessary to give you a lecture, and she would.

She stops in front of you and puts her hands on her hips, watching you as you change into your pajamas as if you weren't hurt.

Did you lost your goddamn mind? Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Maeve says, she's still trying to stay calm, mentally noting all your movements to make sure you're not hurt anywhere.