you look like my next mistake
Flora exhales sharply, shaking her head. "I don’t even think I’m on the same page as anyone when it comes to this," she mutters, frowning. "I might as well have been speaking another godsdamn language in that meeting. Not that I’d expect the three of them to just agree with me, but—" She cuts herself off with a sharp sigh, rolling her shoulders like she can shake off the frustration still clinging to her. "After all this death and failure I thought maybe they'd be willing to entertain an idea that wasn't just running straight into war, but I guess not."
She nods at his next words, sobering slightly. "Sunjata said he saw extra eyes on him at the Festival of Lights, but it's possible he was infected way longer than just around that time." The thought is a sour one, curling uneasily in her stomach, but she doesn’t let it settle—not when Jack is suddenly offering her the feather.
For a moment, she just stares at it. At him. At the easy way he holds it out to her, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it’s not one of the rarest things in Caido and something she knows he wouldn’t part with lightly. Her heart clenches in her chest, an unexpected ache settling behind her ribs, and if she wasn't suddenly drowning in a riptide of affection, she might have made some quip about how she hadn't actually hadn't expected him to actually be so sweet so soon after she'd thought it.
But instead, she shakes her head, reaching out to gently push his hand back toward him. "No, you keep it," she murmurs, voice softer, warmer, something fond curling at the edges of her words. "You’re the one with more plans to be actively reckless right now." Her smirk flickers back into place, though her aqua eyes are still impossibly adoring. "At least this way, only one of us can be stupid at at a time."
She nods at his next words, sobering slightly. "Sunjata said he saw extra eyes on him at the Festival of Lights, but it's possible he was infected way longer than just around that time." The thought is a sour one, curling uneasily in her stomach, but she doesn’t let it settle—not when Jack is suddenly offering her the feather.
For a moment, she just stares at it. At him. At the easy way he holds it out to her, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it’s not one of the rarest things in Caido and something she knows he wouldn’t part with lightly. Her heart clenches in her chest, an unexpected ache settling behind her ribs, and if she wasn't suddenly drowning in a riptide of affection, she might have made some quip about how she hadn't actually hadn't expected him to actually be so sweet so soon after she'd thought it.
But instead, she shakes her head, reaching out to gently push his hand back toward him. "No, you keep it," she murmurs, voice softer, warmer, something fond curling at the edges of her words. "You’re the one with more plans to be actively reckless right now." Her smirk flickers back into place, though her aqua eyes are still impossibly adoring. "At least this way, only one of us can be stupid at at a time."
