quit wasting the sunlight

Flora

Flora’s pout only deepens as she absorbs his explanation, lips pressing together skeptically even as relief visibly softens her eyes. "Ugh, I'm so sorry." Reaching up with a waggle of her fingers as if to direct the butcher's attention to her rings, implying that she was doing more than just giving him an affectionate squeeze, Flora let her fingers brush softly against the material hiding his wounded shoulder. The healing ring on her finger had been given to her by the fae in an attempt to hurry her and Jack out of the Greatwood, but it had come in quite handy since then.

Fluttering her dark lashes imploringly up at him as she lets her hand drop back toward her side, Flora hums a touch skeptically under her breath. "You’d tell me if you needed more than rest and some healing magic, right?" She wanted to believe he would, but instinct and no small amount of experience suggested he'd waltz himself into an early grave rather than inconveniencing her or admitting to being in pain.

"The Spark Bird is the one that used to protect the Grounds, right?" Tucking herself at his side, she lets the butcher lead the way, finding herself far less inclined to flinch at every flash of lightning with Asta next to her.

Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep

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