what, like it's hard?

flora

Panic coats her thoughts into brittle sections of ice that fragment and snap, sending worst-case scenarios spiderwebbing through her mind. "How's my..my..?" Trailing off, her aqua eyes still wide, Flora realizes a second too late that Jack is (going, going) gone.

"JACK" Flora wails as if he'd just sunk Leonardo DiCaprio style away from a door on which he could easily have fit. Kicking her feet, she continues to cling against the side of the boat thinking not of the first time they'd met and how his gaze had made her skin feel far warmer than the sun had, but instead about all those bloodless animals and whether soon she would become one of them.

Worst still, would that weird Amanda girl come carve off parts of her hair and skin to sell?

The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!