flora
"Mmhm." Crinkling her nose at the Tidebreaker, Flora can only softly roll her eyes as she continues to pick up trash, halting only to hear—wait. He agreed? "Well damn." Grinning, if only because that was likely the last thing she expected to hear from Hadama, it filled Flora with a sense of pride which was perhaps misplaced given the gravity of the situation.
As for an apology?
"Mmmmm...Nah. I can just say that you were, you know, making sure your friend didn't do anything stupid." Even if Hadama had openly glared at the Reaper, Flora obviously couldn't have seen from where she was sitting, he hadn't said anything. "It probably isn't a bad thing for her to think that we support our own people, you know?" If it came up in conversation Flora would have no qualms about throwing Maea right under the bus, and while she'd felt Hadama's actions were unwarranted, that's only because of what she knew of him, but not in general.
"If I die, don't let anyone shit take over the Hanged Man, okay?"
As for an apology?
"Mmmmm...Nah. I can just say that you were, you know, making sure your friend didn't do anything stupid." Even if Hadama had openly glared at the Reaper, Flora obviously couldn't have seen from where she was sitting, he hadn't said anything. "It probably isn't a bad thing for her to think that we support our own people, you know?" If it came up in conversation Flora would have no qualms about throwing Maea right under the bus, and while she'd felt Hadama's actions were unwarranted, that's only because of what she knew of him, but not in general.
"If I die, don't let anyone shit take over the Hanged Man, okay?"
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
