Amalia
Amalia follows the sound of his voice, the hall familiar enough by now for her to navigate without a guide. Barefoot she pads to the back room, her footsteps nearly silent as she makes her way through the gloom. It is darker than she is comfortable with, but she supposes a blind man does not need much light. Still the baker pauses to light a lantern, illuminating the space and glancing around anxiously for the young man. "I'm... I'm sorry to bother you, I just... I thought of something, and I know it might be a lot to ask, but..."
The sight that meets her gives her pause, a sharp inhalation sucked between her teeth. Books and papers, drawings and scraps, all about the blight. Concern plays on her angular face; she pulls up a chair next to Remi, running fingers over a page. "Have you found anything?" the girl asks, not daring to say her other thoughts, though the concern for Ronin and Safrin seeps through their bond.
The sight that meets her gives her pause, a sharp inhalation sucked between her teeth. Books and papers, drawings and scraps, all about the blight. Concern plays on her angular face; she pulls up a chair next to Remi, running fingers over a page. "Have you found anything?" the girl asks, not daring to say her other thoughts, though the concern for Ronin and Safrin seeps through their bond.
with a brave heart anything is possible
