she's no stranger to looting, nor is she averse to the damp, dirty, hard-to-reach hiding places for bigger ticket items that may be of use to them. the chest had been nearly buried by rotting furniture and overgrown vines that seeped through a crack in the stone wall, but once nova had noticed it, she couldn't resist. after lifting and moving the larger pieces of furniture, she manages to pick the lock on the small gilded chest, a satisfied grin on her lips as she opens it up.
rising to her feet, she turns back to love, holding out a handful of coin and a potion of health. " worth the effort, i'd say, " she laughs breathily. she's caught off guard, however, when gentle fingertips brush the stray hair out of her face, a deep pink hue tinting her cheeks as touch lingers.
she wants to lean into the touch, but finds herself paralyzed, gazing at the other in a mixture of adoration and panic, not knowing exactly what to do. is this flirting? shyly, she ducks her head to shove her finds into her satchel before turning to look for more treasure. " 'm sure we'll find more lockpicks around here somewhere, too--- we're getting low. "
@ravenbind 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: [ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.
