i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

NIKI

Niki does say so, and he also has no intention of saying why, especially given that he has just convinced Flora that he isn't trying to throw her out of his house. Putting the kettle on for the water to boil and turning to inspect her fingers as she wiggles them in his direction, of course his keen eyes are able to pick out the one that obviously screams The Greatwood, his head cocking to the side. "Oh, a healing item," he says, understanding blooming in his voice. 

"That is very clever. And useful, I imagine. Jack is the person you wanted the bracelet for...?" He assumes it based on their conversations, but it's the first time he can recall her using his name. "No need to apologise though - I would never have expected you to use any item on my behalf. But I do mean it - thank you. I feel much better." The words are as mild and polite as ever, but the proof is in the ease with which the necromancer moves, the healthier colour in his cheeks and the steadiness of his hands as he gets a mug down from an overhead cupboard.

While the water boils, he also gets two bowls and a couple of spoons out for her - for the soup, of course. "I may have attacked it with a spoon one night while I was up and about," he says with the air of someone who honestly doesn't remember, "...but if I didn't, there should also be some bread."

stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!