i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Flora laughs wetly, the sound muffled by Sohalia's shoulder, but it’s a laugh all the same. Her curls bounce when Soh tugs at one, the levity doing its job just enough to keep her from completely unraveling. "I mean, if the boat’s gonna match the hair, it better be flashy," she sniffles, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her shirt. "Maybe gold trim. Big obnoxious name painted on the side. Something that makes every smuggl—" Her voice stutters, catches. "Makes everyone stare."
She doesn’t finish the thought. Instead, she turns a little in Sohalia’s arms, her aqua eyes rimmed red but steady now as they find her best friend’s. "You don’t have to do that," she says quietly, but there’s no push behind it. No real protest. "You’ve already given up so much. You left your own life behind, and now you’re out here sorting rocks and delivering stupid letters for me." Her lips twitch into a crooked smile. "But honestly, I don't know how it would work on a sailboat, especially if you're bringing Ace over." Raising her brows, her lashes still dewy with tears, the queen tilts her head. "Is that still going on?"
She doesn’t finish the thought. Instead, she turns a little in Sohalia’s arms, her aqua eyes rimmed red but steady now as they find her best friend’s. "You don’t have to do that," she says quietly, but there’s no push behind it. No real protest. "You’ve already given up so much. You left your own life behind, and now you’re out here sorting rocks and delivering stupid letters for me." Her lips twitch into a crooked smile. "But honestly, I don't know how it would work on a sailboat, especially if you're bringing Ace over." Raising her brows, her lashes still dewy with tears, the queen tilts her head. "Is that still going on?"
