[se] drop tea leaves on the floor

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

The lack of conviction in her uncle’s response drew a slight frown across her features; enough for her frame to still, and her fingers to merely remain as the ripples were voided out. “Well, here’s to hoping not,” she countered with much more of the unknown contorted. Perhaps she’d never known how spoiled she was in the companion department; Fangorn held the brains, and Sila snagged at fire, when she wasn’t shy and apprehensive about the world.

Sighing, Melita shook her head, freeing away any of the entanglements threatening to bombard and loom. “Other than that – anything else new?” An alternative in means of changing subjects, eventually looking back at the Flood again, a brow arched.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent