<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira let out a sigh, followed by a chuckle, and then, a more confident smile. At the very least, it didn't seem like Edan hated her or had any particular dislike for her, so that was a weight off her chest. She reached out to take the offered flower crown, eyeing the spider, though it didn't seem to bother her. If anything, she thought it looked kinda cute. "You're right," she said, "I guess, when you left like you did... I was worried maybe I'd crossed a line or something. You're sweet, and I didn't want you to think I was some kind of creep or something."<br/><br/>She trailed off a little, shifting her focus, looking the flower crown over, before putting it on her head. She tilted her head a little and looked back at Edan, as if asking how she thought it looked on her.