[SE] Don't be cautious, don't be kind

Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?

Thal is what some might call an 'active listener,' her sneers, wicked smiles, and quiet scoffs letting Asta know exactly what she thinks about the interaction. None of it particularly surprises her. She still would have liked to be present, but she knows that the Butcher can take care of himself, even if she might have preferred a different method (for those who haven't figured it out yet: violence).

Shrugging her shoulders, she bumps against him playfully, a teasing grin on her face. "You were much more civil than I would have been." Flora might be her superior in the Thieves Guild, but she wouldn't hesitate to make a scene at her farewell party in defense of her friend.

Amongst the fire of her own violet tinged anger and annoyance, something softer still exists for the Butcher, a worry for more than just his physical wellbeing. Tilting her head at him, she scans his face like she might one of her sailors after a hard skirmish. "How did you feel? Seeing her again after so long?" Her tone isn't as gentle or traditionally 'concerned' as most people's might be - sounding more aloof than anything else - but the fact that she asks at all is a testament to their friendship.

Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die

Thalassa