Avalon tilts her head "where?" "What about them?" Ilsa says, laying back on her bed. Maeve turns over, taking some of the blanket with her.
Maeve mumbles something in her sleep, curling up, revealing the tattoo on her back from under her hair.
"Chase." Maeve replies quietly. Avalon pulled her hair over her shoulder "you could of only wiped parts. Not the whole thing."