mistaking cardiac arrest for butterflies
Flora shrugs, not quite flippant but edged in something resigned. "Yeah. I mean, I get it—everyone’s pissed and scared and no one knows where to put it anymore." Her gaze flicks toward the porthole, where the sounds of Torchline’s nightlife filter faintly through the glass like echoes from another world. "It’s super hypocritical of me to say this, buuutttttt some of them were being super reckless." Her brow creases. "Did you see Tal?" she asks. "Did he get infected?"
When he mentions planning ahead, though, her expression lifts again, faint amusement returning to soften her mouth. "I’ll see what I can do," she says wryly, as if they both know she’s more of a flying-by-the-seat-of-her-miniskirt kind of queen. Still, she'll try. Probably.
The smile fades into something more serious as she exhales, a hand brushing over the edge of her kitchen counter like she’s grounding herself. "I’m staying invisible as long as I can," she says, quiet but firm. "Hadama and I are going to Safrin soon—we were going to go for a weapon, but obviously now with the blood we'll just protect the coast." She pauses, then shakes her head, curls tumbling loose over her shoulder. "I’ll have to keep my head down, which I’m not exactly great at, but..."
A glance toward her compass, still resting beside the blood jars. "Between that and being invisible, I think I can keep myself safe. At least until Torchline finishes the quest."
When he mentions planning ahead, though, her expression lifts again, faint amusement returning to soften her mouth. "I’ll see what I can do," she says wryly, as if they both know she’s more of a flying-by-the-seat-of-her-miniskirt kind of queen. Still, she'll try. Probably.
The smile fades into something more serious as she exhales, a hand brushing over the edge of her kitchen counter like she’s grounding herself. "I’m staying invisible as long as I can," she says, quiet but firm. "Hadama and I are going to Safrin soon—we were going to go for a weapon, but obviously now with the blood we'll just protect the coast." She pauses, then shakes her head, curls tumbling loose over her shoulder. "I’ll have to keep my head down, which I’m not exactly great at, but..."
A glance toward her compass, still resting beside the blood jars. "Between that and being invisible, I think I can keep myself safe. At least until Torchline finishes the quest."
