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Flora’s smile turns soft, sympathetic, something quieter settling into it as she glances at Soh. "Maybe," she says gently, not pushing it further, because honestly, maybe she does know Koa in ways Soh doesn’t, tangled up as their histories were when they were younger, Mateo always somewhere in the middle of it all, but it feels a little irrelevant now when Koa seems more absent than present in either of their lives.
At Soh’s concession, Flora presses her lips together for a second, something she almost says catching and holding there—because understanding why someone does something doesn’t make it right—but she lets it go, the breath leaving her in a soft exhale instead. This wasn't their fight and gods knew if they found themselves in the situation Zavien and Kai had, even with their differences of opinion, it would have never gone the way it had for them.
She settles back against Soh, the tension easing fully this time, her head resting comfortably as the quiet stretches and reforms into something familiar again. By the time Soh speaks again, Flora’s already reaching for the bottle, tipping it to refill their glasses without thinking, so when Hak Etme comes up, she just laughs, bright and immediate, like the idea itself is ridiculous. "Yeah right," she says, not even looking up at first, the disbelief easy and unfiltered as she finishes pouring. "I’ve seen you putting on sunscreen in Deepfrost, there is no way you’re moving to the desert."
She laughs again, shaking her head as she hands Soh her glass, still clearly not buying it. In the back of her mind, there’s a flicker of something else too, because she very much doubts Colt would actually try to pull something like that, not with the way they were all friends now, not without at least saying something to her first. Colt’s many things, but Flora’s never taken her for the kind of person who’d try to steal away someone close to Flora without so much as a heads-up.
Still, she grins, settling back into her seat as she lifts her own drink. "I offered to help her out with stuff too," she adds, tone light, before grimacing slightly at the name itself. "Although Hak Etme.." Her nose wrinkles. "I’m kind of shocked she’s not aiming for the Greatwood or somewhere a little less... actively murdery." She shrugs, amused but a little baffled all the same, but then again losing almost everything you cared about would do that to a person.
At Soh’s concession, Flora presses her lips together for a second, something she almost says catching and holding there—because understanding why someone does something doesn’t make it right—but she lets it go, the breath leaving her in a soft exhale instead. This wasn't their fight and gods knew if they found themselves in the situation Zavien and Kai had, even with their differences of opinion, it would have never gone the way it had for them.
She settles back against Soh, the tension easing fully this time, her head resting comfortably as the quiet stretches and reforms into something familiar again. By the time Soh speaks again, Flora’s already reaching for the bottle, tipping it to refill their glasses without thinking, so when Hak Etme comes up, she just laughs, bright and immediate, like the idea itself is ridiculous. "Yeah right," she says, not even looking up at first, the disbelief easy and unfiltered as she finishes pouring. "I’ve seen you putting on sunscreen in Deepfrost, there is no way you’re moving to the desert."
She laughs again, shaking her head as she hands Soh her glass, still clearly not buying it. In the back of her mind, there’s a flicker of something else too, because she very much doubts Colt would actually try to pull something like that, not with the way they were all friends now, not without at least saying something to her first. Colt’s many things, but Flora’s never taken her for the kind of person who’d try to steal away someone close to Flora without so much as a heads-up.
Still, she grins, settling back into her seat as she lifts her own drink. "I offered to help her out with stuff too," she adds, tone light, before grimacing slightly at the name itself. "Although Hak Etme.." Her nose wrinkles. "I’m kind of shocked she’s not aiming for the Greatwood or somewhere a little less... actively murdery." She shrugs, amused but a little baffled all the same, but then again losing almost everything you cared about would do that to a person.
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
