your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Oh I dunno, something tells me Safrin might be more than willing to answer your calls now." No, they might not have finished the conversation they'd started however many days ago it was now, but just incase Jack hadn't gotten the picture before, yes, Flora was jealous and was going to continue to be. "Maybe a two-way parchment." She suggests mildly, not entirely sure how serious they were being about actually telling one another their respective schedules, but knowing that there were other uses for such an item regardless.
"Oh?" For a moment Flora thinks to ask how he knows the range is farther, before quickly recalling that for all his years aboard the Ark, Jack could likely pinpoint exactly where 30ft was from him at all times. Is that from Safrin too? she wants to ask, before pointedly focusing on his hair.
Biting at the inside of her cheek—see said comment above about jealousy—Flora lets a bit of Jack's hair fall through her fingers as she combs out the section she'd been working on. "You want me to wait outside?" The offer, if it even really was that, is made almost under Flora's breath. It's only because of the state the captain was in when she'd gone with him before that she made it all; the thought of him bloody-nosed and half-blind stumbling down the lighthouse's steps making her brow furrow deeply.
"Oh?" For a moment Flora thinks to ask how he knows the range is farther, before quickly recalling that for all his years aboard the Ark, Jack could likely pinpoint exactly where 30ft was from him at all times. Is that from Safrin too? she wants to ask, before pointedly focusing on his hair.
Biting at the inside of her cheek—see said comment above about jealousy—Flora lets a bit of Jack's hair fall through her fingers as she combs out the section she'd been working on. "You want me to wait outside?" The offer, if it even really was that, is made almost under Flora's breath. It's only because of the state the captain was in when she'd gone with him before that she made it all; the thought of him bloody-nosed and half-blind stumbling down the lighthouse's steps making her brow furrow deeply.
