[center][color=plum][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[u]The Violet Reaper[/u]
[i]Location: City W, Main Street
Interactions: [@Archmage MC][@Polaris North][/i][/color][/center]

Eat...?

Reaper took a hesitant glance at the sickly looking monster meat, only just barely choking back vomit at the idea of consuming something like that. Maybe Light is fine, but Niflheim happened to be a human, and one without the cast iron stomach in order to not get sick.

[color=plum]"I... I'm fine. Really. Don't worry about me."[/color]

As she muttered this, is the Ukrainian woman lifted her eyes to see the cleanup crew arrive, along with the expected pack of news reporters. The Violet Reaper visibly cringed in disgust. She hated being mobbed by them. They were so loud and annoying. It reminded her of a particular Witch at the Association...

Light had already taken her leave, and Violet stood to get out of there as well, gently reaching down to help Flash to his feet and get him to one of the helicopters so he could be treated in the infirmary. He had a strange look on his face. [color=plum]"...Is something wrong, Flash? Do your feet hurt? I could carry you if you wish."[/color] She offered innocently. It was common to help a close friend in the Ukraine, no matter their gender. A woman carrying a hurt man bridal style wasn't a blow to the masculinity, unless the woman was particularly scrawny.