She was avoiding Rinoa. At some point she'd have to see her, but she couldn't do it, not like this. Not with petals starting to poke their way out of branches that were jammed along her collarbones. Yellow and red roses blossomed at the edges of her fabric and she moved with a sort of hobbled state, finding somewhere to sit and rest for a while, fitful, fighting with coughs, whole rose blossoms going flying in the process.

The moment that someone came on her, she gave them such a look. It was a little frightful. She was scared and angry, because she was intentionally avoiding the situation, but she knew that wasn't going to be an option. Another cough, and she hacked up what looked like a marigold. "This isn't funny you! I get the point, I get the point!" she practically shouted at the flower, as if it were at fault, which... it kind of was?