Flora
Flora's inhale is immediate. All of her carefully crafted defences fall by the wayside in the face—and body—of Frey. Feeling as if her knees might give out, Flora clutches her fingers into fists, balling them tightly and then releasing them in a desperate attempt to keep her blood flowing lest she pass out. 'Oh...okay.' She manages, belly tightly clenched, feeling like she might laugh, or scream, or pee.
'Thank you. I really appreciate it. I uhm...' Won't let you down? What a stupid thing to say. As if Frey cared. "Thanks." Flora decides eventually. Fanning her skirts in a curtsy, suddenly very glad that Jack had indeed left, the girl retreats a few steps, not wanting to take her eyes off of the herald despite suddenly needing a bathroom very badly.
~FIN
'Thank you. I really appreciate it. I uhm...' Won't let you down? What a stupid thing to say. As if Frey cared. "Thanks." Flora decides eventually. Fanning her skirts in a curtsy, suddenly very glad that Jack had indeed left, the girl retreats a few steps, not wanting to take her eyes off of the herald despite suddenly needing a bathroom very badly.
~FIN
