[PQ+] my bare hands paved their paths

Flora

Looping her arm through his, the feeling of it familiar and reassuring, Flora bites at the inside of her lip as she considers for a moment. "Do you think you'd like it if someone else decided for you, what you would or wouldn't want to know?" She wonders, raising her eyebrows as she gazes up at him. It would be one thing to ignorantly wave her hand and say that she would like whatever he had to say, or that everyone has skeletons, Asta, but given what she did know about the butcher and especially his need for control, she thought those words might resonate with him more than anything else she might have said.

"Ah." Flora cuts the sound off with a click of her teeth as she feels him pulling away, looking down the beach. Knowing no amount of I'm so sorry, or I understand would likely mean a thing to him at this point, not with how old the scars were, instead the Doubletake merely pulsed her fingertips against his arm to try and pull his attention back. "Thanks for putting up with it to help get this done. I really appreciate it."

Grinning in agreement, Flora kept her own eyes peeled for upside-down stars, pausing only as a sharp whistle rang through the stillness. "How much do you think he'll gloat if he finds them all?" The queen wonders with a grin, trudging over with Asta toward the grove of trees Danta was in.

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Lets dig up the next one and put more obsidian in!

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'

Code stolen from Queen Sky