you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora’s eyes brighten instantly at the sight of Niki, the last traces of restlessness fading into a warm smile. "Hey," she greets softly, genuinely pleased to see him as her eyes flick over him, relieved to note the easier set of his shoulders and the lighter step in his gait. Her gaze briefly catches on his crutch—more comfortable, but still there—and she quickly decides against mentioning it. He looks well, and honestly, she’ll take the win.
"Oh, you know, it was about as good as Deepfrost ever is," Flora replies breezily, waving one hand dramatically as if dismissing the season entirely before her expression crumples somewhat. "Actually...uhm, my sister died. She...was found on the shoreline during LongNight." Swallowing sadly, Flora reaches out to offer the necromancer one of the steaming mugs. Funny how easy it was to separate out what had happened to Seren from the season itself, as if her death existed in some separate time and space from everything else she'd been experiencing.
"How about you?"
"Oh, you know, it was about as good as Deepfrost ever is," Flora replies breezily, waving one hand dramatically as if dismissing the season entirely before her expression crumples somewhat. "Actually...uhm, my sister died. She...was found on the shoreline during LongNight." Swallowing sadly, Flora reaches out to offer the necromancer one of the steaming mugs. Funny how easy it was to separate out what had happened to Seren from the season itself, as if her death existed in some separate time and space from everything else she'd been experiencing.
"How about you?"
