[se] drop tea leaves on the floor

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

“Mhm,” Melita hummed under her breath, as if she’d known all along; a sage overseer instead of the rogue, chaotic firebrand. “See?” Her knowledge of Haai certainly hadn’t, and couldn’t be, as vast as Sunjata’s, but she’d rescued the griffin alongside kittens from a burning building, and she figured they’d always had an understanding amidst the mayhem. “And you won’t forget her. She isn’t being replaced.” Just another bond finding its way through the distrust and traumas; more afflictions and more hardships, but different in the way Haai might have dealt with them – just as the Flood was doing now.

Companion sizes weren’t a massive debate, so she flickered her hand in the water again, letting her fingers trace along the surface, extending ripples out to the cub. It scarcely mattered moments later, and the Honeybee shrugged her shoulders. “Ah well. Could be a loyal guard cat for your…place.” Brothel, Refuge, whatever was going on over there.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent