MELITA
The Honeybee sighed, quiet and muted instead of her usual huffing and puffing bravado; dipping the jar underneath the pockets of starlit water, suddenly very glad she’d avoided so many circumstances like this. Maybe a part of her strived to understand why anyone would be interested in Jack, because most of the time he was just an outright bastard, without parsing through Flora’s motivations. And maybe too, in the end, it didn’t really matter. “So like, trauma bonding and some shit?” Given that all of them probably needed heavy doses of therapy, and wouldn’t be receiving any at all, the smuggler seemed more inclined to believe in that route and call it good.Different on his own made the demigod wrinkle her nose, mostly because she didn’t believe it, and granted simple movements instead of her rampant disapproval again. It wasn’t like Flora would’ve changed or cared. It was as if she was talking to Ru or Sunjata about all their nonsensical shit too. And she’d certainly hit her head on enough walls, trying to barrel through, to have received such lessons the hard way. Instead, she altered the subject, letting all of it flicker away. "How many of these do you think we need?" as she handed another filled jar over.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
