Flora
Wanting Ronin's approval even more than Safrin's (she didn't have to live with Safrin after all), the girl blushes and openly beams. Swallowing back her trill of delight (that was too much, she thought), Flora nods and tucks the brooch away in her pocket again the bolt of cloth. "Sure!" Her voice is bright with agreement and her upturned face is as eager as ever.
'Dad said that there's a grave for Aoife up there too.' Flora mumbles, now sounding girlishly nervous. 'Could...we maybe get a flower for her too? I know it isn't really her grave, because her body is gone and Dad says we carry her in our hearts, but..." Blushing again, Flora shrugs her small shoulders. 'I just thought it might be nice?'
'Dad said that there's a grave for Aoife up there too.' Flora mumbles, now sounding girlishly nervous. 'Could...we maybe get a flower for her too? I know it isn't really her grave, because her body is gone and Dad says we carry her in our hearts, but..." Blushing again, Flora shrugs her small shoulders. 'I just thought it might be nice?'
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