[se] don't lose your sheen

MELITA

“Fuck if I know,” she managed, another wrinkle forming along her nose and brow. “But probably not.” She’d yet to find much logic in Jack’s actions though, so she usually just let it go, rolled her eyes, or notched her own disdain.

Besides, there were other things to pursue, like breaking rocks open. Waiting for Phoebe to snag at one of the larger stones, she twisted the staff back and forth across her palms, residual warm ups, before realizing the Nightingale intended to remain. “That’s brave,” she countered with a Cheshire grin, before launching her armament anyway, a heavy blow to the center of the earthen ware.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun