Maeve indeed was looking around the house, zipping up and down the rooms and halls. As she searched, her enthusiasm died down bit by bit until she stopped, looking at her hands.
What in the Nine Realms was wrong with her?
Maeve stopped in front of a mirror, looking at her own reflection. She didn't see the cunning, brave rouge she once was. Was this what she had been reduced to? Robbing poor farmers in the middle of the night? Maeve couldn't believe her eyes. The young woman looked at Alice, who seemed to not care for her blinding effect (that was fine, it was going to wear off in a few minutes anyways...)
Maeve had made a huge mistake.
She let her fear dictate her actions, and she was lucky Alica was mature enough to not kill her on the spot. She was no better than that king she had defied, the man who had sent her to Avalon would probably be heaping praise on to her for being so 'daring'.
This was not how she did things. She was a thief yes, but she only stole from those that deserved it.
Maeve did not know who or what caused her to leave the battle she had once been in. Was it Fear? Hate? Desperation? That beast was clearly not normal. Maeve could only surmise that the beast had done something to her senses, to throw her off track and distract her from the real threat.
And she played right into his hands. No doubt, the boar wasn't smart enough to do this on his own. Someone or something was behind all of this and she had to find out what.
Maeve then decided to set things right.
After clearing her head, she turned her effects off and Alice could see her again. This time however, Maeve had a different feel. First act of redemption? Sallowing one's pride.
"It seems we've gotten off on ze wrong foot, kitten,."
Close enough.
@Yun Lee