Flora
Flora hums a singsong "Okay, best of luck!" The words dripping with playful encouragement as she rinses the last of the soup from the bowls. She doesn’t glance back as Niki moves to fetch the box, but she's definitely listening; her ears are tuned to every shift of his crutch against the floor, every measured step he takes. If he so much as wobbles, she’s prepared to descend upon him like a particularly smug guardian angel.
She finishes drying the dishes and sets them aside, leaning a hip against the counter as she waits. For what, exactly? Hard to say. Maybe just to make sure he doesn’t collapse again. Maybe just to see if he actually brings back the box this time. Or maybe—just maybe—she finds herself lingering in his space more than she needs to, the warmth of his home settling around her like an old, familiar weight because it's nice to be back in the Greatwood.
"You still vertical back there?" She calls over her shoulder, smirking. "Because if you pass out again I'm going to build a pillow fort around you next time."
She finishes drying the dishes and sets them aside, leaning a hip against the counter as she waits. For what, exactly? Hard to say. Maybe just to make sure he doesn’t collapse again. Maybe just to see if he actually brings back the box this time. Or maybe—just maybe—she finds herself lingering in his space more than she needs to, the warmth of his home settling around her like an old, familiar weight because it's nice to be back in the Greatwood.
"You still vertical back there?" She calls over her shoulder, smirking. "Because if you pass out again I'm going to build a pillow fort around you next time."
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
