[se] drop tea leaves on the floor

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

At the very least he hadn’t gone dour or sour, and for that the Honeybee could shrug amidst the fountain’s waters, hand trailing in its midst again. Enjoying the trickle of the element against her skin, she hummed lightly; for the youth had moved past multiple deaths. She lamented, but never fully fell into despair – there wasn’t time for it. Not when there were so many other things in life – the dwelling fixated more upon action and response. But Melita wasn’t a wallower by trade, so she tilted her head, gilded gaze swinging back to cat and Flood a moment thereafter.

“Haai wouldn’t want you to be alone anyway,” and she shrugged at that too, darting back to the kitten. “Do you think she’ll grow up as big as her counterparts?” The sea panthers out amidst the ocean, a stern bout of stories always attached to their deadly precision; not unlike the ghost whales, harboring bloodshed wherever they went.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent