flora
Having bathed in the healing fountain, (yes, bathed, what of it), Flora was feeling...you know, fine. It hadn't healed her arm entirely which was weird, but as the man she'd met there had pointed out, maybe that had something to do with Safrin's disappearance, given she was the one who'd made the fountain in the first place. So, with her arm bandaged and only bleeding a little, Flora was in long sleeves to keep herself from picking at the wrapping and more or less succeeding at leaving it alone.
"Last call was like 10 minutes ago, so hurry up if—oh hi." Looking up from the bar where she's just washing down the countertop, Flora smiles warmly in Ronin's direction. "Uh...did we...have something planned, or...?" Confusion has lines stretching across her forehead, which the Doubletake is quick to clear away if only so that she'd not develop early wrinkles.
"Last call was like 10 minutes ago, so hurry up if—oh hi." Looking up from the bar where she's just washing down the countertop, Flora smiles warmly in Ronin's direction. "Uh...did we...have something planned, or...?" Confusion has lines stretching across her forehead, which the Doubletake is quick to clear away if only so that she'd not develop early wrinkles.
Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
