better run fast as you can

Thalassa

Setting her empty glass on the counter next to Asta's full one, Thal pushes off of it, a smirk on her lips like she's just conned someone out of their precious goods. "Perfect. I'd hate to be in debt to the Butcher, again." Her tone suggests that she really wouldn't mind, although one might argue that there are no debts between friends. Despite recent events and her unease with trust, he's had too many opportunities to exploit her, leaving her unable to believe he would ever cash in on something she wouldn't do otherwise. 

Flicking her tail, she turns to the chest that's full of everything she'd shoved inside - including her fears and traumas - so that she could run away. The thought pains her, a stubbornness rising as she refuses to hide anymore. "Now that I'm feeling much better, I think some unpacking is in order." She grabs a pile of clothes, tossing them unceremoniously on her bed to reveal the bone chime beneath. Grinning, she lifts it out to show Asta then carries it carefully towards the door. Without caring for the rain or lightning just beyond, she opens the door and looks to the raft above, protected from the weather by a lip of roof tiles. "And I think this will look great right here." Still, she looks to him for approval - and possible assitance - her eyebrow raised in question.

Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago