lay your soul onto mine
Flora nods, her agreement easy and accompanied by a quiet sigh as she leans back, letting her curls fan across the surface of the water like golden threads spun carelessly by the steam. "I mean, let's face it," she hums softly, gaze drifting upward toward the cavern ceiling, eyes tracing invisible patterns among the rising vapor. "I was already murdered for cleansing the regions, and I've had a target on my back thanks to Dahlia's threat against Ronin. I was always going to be a risk—might as well make it worthwhile."
She shrugs languidly at his warning, accepting Hadama's terms with a quiet flicker of amusement at the corner of her lips. "Fair enough," she concedes lightly, the glint in her eyes playful despite the seriousness beneath. "Besides, if either of them ask, I'm pretty good at dealing with the fallout."
But the easy grace of her demeanor falters when he mentions his upcoming 'spa day' with Sunjata and Deimos, her expression softening as her body sinks a little deeper into the hot water, the warmth doing little to soothe the chill of worry prickling down her spine. "Just..." Her voice trails off into a sigh, fingers nervously toying with the surface of the water as though drawing invisible symbols of protection. "Put the vial Spice gave you somewhere safe before you go? You know, just in case." She flashes a small smile, though her eyes remain serious, bright with concern. "But for the record, I fully expect to see you relaxed and in one piece after your little get-together."
She shrugs languidly at his warning, accepting Hadama's terms with a quiet flicker of amusement at the corner of her lips. "Fair enough," she concedes lightly, the glint in her eyes playful despite the seriousness beneath. "Besides, if either of them ask, I'm pretty good at dealing with the fallout."
But the easy grace of her demeanor falters when he mentions his upcoming 'spa day' with Sunjata and Deimos, her expression softening as her body sinks a little deeper into the hot water, the warmth doing little to soothe the chill of worry prickling down her spine. "Just..." Her voice trails off into a sigh, fingers nervously toying with the surface of the water as though drawing invisible symbols of protection. "Put the vial Spice gave you somewhere safe before you go? You know, just in case." She flashes a small smile, though her eyes remain serious, bright with concern. "But for the record, I fully expect to see you relaxed and in one piece after your little get-together."
