She spent the rest of the day in her falcon form. They were still in Skypeia, so she flew to the island and explored the treetops and completely avoiding any thoughts of her horrible embarrassment. She finally decided she should go talk to Nami about it, late in the afternoon. She flew towards the area where the rest of the crew remained, resting from a few nights of hard partying. Many of the warriors and civilians from the island were still sleeping, but her hardy friends were already stirring, eating, and stretching. She found Nami's bright hair easily from above with her keen bird eyes. She changed back into human form far more gracefully than she had that day she had face-planted on the deck and sat down in front of Nami, who looked up from her breakfast in surprise.
"Sometimes I think you devil fruit eaters are more trouble than you're worth," she said with a scowl, but Drache could tell she had a bit of a hangover, and it wasn't personal.
"Nami," she said, "can we talk?"
Nami sighed, ate the last bite of her bread, and stood up. "Sure, just give me a minute." As Sanji watched with joy, Nami changed her shirt and pants, stretched, then walked with Drache towards the woods. "What's up? You look a lot less happy than you deserve to be."
"I've made a terrible mistake, Nami! I- I kissed Zoro." At Nami's confused look, she explained what she'd been feeling for the swordsman, how they'd spent the previous day, and what she'd done this morning. She concluded with a deep sigh, "I don't know what I was thinking! I've screwed everything up."
Nami sat in silence for a few seconds, her brow furrowed. "Well, I can tell you one thing: You're doing the wrong thing right now. You're talking to the wrong person. First, I think Zoro's kind of an idiot, and second, you should be explaining to him, not me." Drache cringed at the thought and Nami grumpily said, "Oh grow up. If you can't talk to him about it, it's not worth worrying about, it'll never go any better than it did today."
Drache reluctantly agreed, then promised to talk to him when he returned for the night's festivities, because she had no idea where he was. With that she flew off again to explore the island. She found it easier to stop dwelling on her problems when she was in the air, her keen senses filling her mind rather than useless thought. In fact, she started hearing strange noises from near the party site, so she flew over to investigate. As she flew over the clearing, she noticed the people of Skypeia were getting up, a few clearly trying to cure their hangovers by starting to drink again.
She followed the noises about a thousand feet away from the clearing and coasted down towards the ground. As she approached, she heard a loud creaking, followed by a series of cracks, then saw a giant tree start to fall away from her. She landed on the ground as it slowly fell and found Zoro at the base, shirtless, glistening with sweat, holding two of his swords. She took a deep breath, changed to human form, and cleared her throat. He spun around more quickly than she could have imagined, his muscles tensed and his swords raised, then saw her and sheathed both. Though his weapons were out of sight, his back remained straight, and he kept one hand at the hilt of his blade. She felt a pang of embarrassment as she saw how uncomfortable he clearly was. "Can we talk?" she asked carefully.
He nodded. He said nothing, so she began. "Zoro, I'm really sorry about what I did today. I made assumptions that were clearly not correct, and I just acted out of instinct and I hope we can still be friends and it will never happen again," as she spoke her words came faster and faster, with no response from the man standing in front of her. She finally stopped on an awkward, "and I'm really sorry."
He stared at her for a moment, then cleared his throat and said "Okay."
"Okay? That's it?"
"That's it."
"Oh," she said. They stood in silence for a long moment, staring at each other. Finally, he unsheathed one sword, and began to slice the tree, first into rounds, then into firewood sized logs. She sat for a while, watching, then decided to help. She started carrying wood from his growing pile to the location of the still-smoldering bonfire from the night before. She had always had a gift with fires, so she found little trouble in restarting this one. Starting fires seemed to be the only useful thing she had a gift for, she thought ruefully. Everything else she could do well involved embarrassing herself, injuring herself, or estranging friends.
As she walked back and forth from the fallen tree to the fire, she didn't notice Zoro pausing to watch her.
Time passed far faster now that she had a physical activity to keep her mind occupied. She was still weak from her blood loss, so she had to take frequent breaks, but she found herself reveling in the sheer mindlessness of it. Finally Zoro had chopped enough wood, and she finished carrying it all, so they returned to the campsite. He immediately joined the Shandian warriors he had made friends with, so she went to join Chopper, Usopp and Nami all listening to Robin tell them about history and drinking beer.
Usopp whispered to her "We're drinking every time she mentions something we've never heard of," and giggled, demonstrating how ignorant he'd been of history. Of them all, Nami seemed to be doing the best. Drache grabbed a beer and sat next to her.
Nami leaned over and whispered, "How'd it go?"
"Not good." She told the redhead everything she'd said, and Zoro's unsatisfactory response.
"Hmmm," was all Nami said. She then turned back to listen to Robin and took a swig of her beer.
Drache was starting to get irritated with the terseness of this crew. They'd seemed so vocal only days ago! She stood, downed her drink, then went to find something stronger. Tonight seemed like a good night to drown her woes, as there was plenty to drown them in. Really, she reasoned, they had no chance.