slow down, you're doing fine
Flora wrinkles her nose up at him in the soft, ridiculous way she saves only for the people she truly adores, that tiny scrunch of affection that makes her curls bounce as she tips her head. The moment his good arm hooks around her she melts easily into his side, light as a tidepool wave but warm all the same, shaping herself carefully around the spaces that aren’t sore. Her fingers slip into his without hesitation, squeezing back with a gentle little pulse of reassurance that says she’s very happy he came.
The spirits, ever eager to impress, come drifting down the staircase behind her like an invisible parade: two enormous fluffy towels, the robes swaying from unseen hands, and bathing suits for them both. Her black one-piece drapes itself over her arm with a whisper of silk, and the pair of swimming shorts—black with tiny hellhounds trotting proudly across them—float toward Asta with all the subtlety of a wink. Flora huffs a laugh, the sound bright and fond.
"Oh, you'll turn into a prune long before the healing waters even think about getting tired of you," she teases, leaning in just enough to nudge her shoulder against his good one, her smile widening at the theatrics of his earlier tone.
She reaches out to pluck her towel and robe from the air, hooking her fingers through the strap of the swimsuit before guiding them both toward the hall that leads to the terrace and the steaming pool beyond.
"Oh, not much," she says breezily, as though listing her grocery errands. "I sort of threatened the new Commander of Stormbreak because he was rude to me, had what I would truly call an unnecessarily dramatic family dinner, and now I’m trying to find the time to get the Hanged Man rebuilt." She shrugs, expression as unbothered as someone describing a mild sunburn. "And trying to plan Kai's birthday party, so, you know. The usual."
The spirits, ever eager to impress, come drifting down the staircase behind her like an invisible parade: two enormous fluffy towels, the robes swaying from unseen hands, and bathing suits for them both. Her black one-piece drapes itself over her arm with a whisper of silk, and the pair of swimming shorts—black with tiny hellhounds trotting proudly across them—float toward Asta with all the subtlety of a wink. Flora huffs a laugh, the sound bright and fond.
"Oh, you'll turn into a prune long before the healing waters even think about getting tired of you," she teases, leaning in just enough to nudge her shoulder against his good one, her smile widening at the theatrics of his earlier tone.
She reaches out to pluck her towel and robe from the air, hooking her fingers through the strap of the swimsuit before guiding them both toward the hall that leads to the terrace and the steaming pool beyond.
"Oh, not much," she says breezily, as though listing her grocery errands. "I sort of threatened the new Commander of Stormbreak because he was rude to me, had what I would truly call an unnecessarily dramatic family dinner, and now I’m trying to find the time to get the Hanged Man rebuilt." She shrugs, expression as unbothered as someone describing a mild sunburn. "And trying to plan Kai's birthday party, so, you know. The usual."
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
