[Lilith. Ugh. It's all involuntary recoiling when Nisha's attention flicks over with a clear scowl: yeah, they've got history. History of the betrayed-and-tried-to-assassinate kind, something Nisha isn't about to forget any time soon. But New Haven-- crushing it under her heel-- was the last, fresh memory she kept from Pandora, and even if finishing the job wasn't in the cards, it's a pretty soothing thought. Enough that she's grinning for it.
Enough that that smile is, surprisingly enough, aimed directly (approvingly) at Angel.] Good to know. Won't hear any complaints from me about it.
[Even if that does mean they're stranded for the time being - something Nisha's actively engaging in as she moves to peel back a few heavy branches blocking their path, passing them off to Angel as she moves past, sap tacky against her fingers. Girl's got to pull her own weight if she's sticking around, with or without magic.]
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Enough that that smile is, surprisingly enough, aimed directly (approvingly) at Angel.] Good to know. Won't hear any complaints from me about it.
[Even if that does mean they're stranded for the time being - something Nisha's actively engaging in as she moves to peel back a few heavy branches blocking their path, passing them off to Angel as she moves past, sap tacky against her fingers. Girl's got to pull her own weight if she's sticking around, with or without magic.]