May
She paused, thinking it over and rubbing her neck. "I think she'd be mad I left at all really."

She shrugs, moving to check the dummy and pulling on the old, rusted axe until it comes out, turning it over in her hands. Something real to focus on. Smiling she sets it down, moving into a small barracks of sorts to look around the sleeping quarters with the old beds half broken down, blankets of moss covering old cots and bits of floor.
Ann
Dovie raises an eyebrow but smiles as Cynthia tucks the dummy into the worn out bed. "Hm... She might be mad about all the fires you could have potentially started. But you can also show her that you know how to put them out," He points back to the wet piece of wood. 

"Maybe after she finishes lecturing you, she'll just be glad that you came back home."
May
"Maybe?" She smiles a bit. "I'd hope she would be happy I grew and did more. Figured myself out more. But I think she could also be upset I put myself in danger."

She slithers slowly, picking up an old bit of tapestry, studying the pattern. "Mostly I'd just hope she would be happy to see me again."