Still somewhat taken aback, Amalia smiles crookedly at Remi with a quiet nod. "Yes. I do."
Not keen on further infringing on their family moment, the Shield quickly reaches into her bag and pulls out a carefully wrapped package. Gingerly she unwraps it to reveal the gift painstakingly made: a paper mache lantern made of the many colorful and childish drawings Aoife had drawn on her visits to the bakery. Though not the most expertly made, the star-shaped light is nonetheless resplendent with illustrations, bright with the heart and soul of the girl and crafted by Amalia's love for her.
Passing it gingerly to the men, Amalia looks at Ronin. "You said you didn't have anything of hers," she says softly, searching the blue eyes. "I had these in the shop... I hope... I hope it's okay."
Not keen on further infringing on their family moment, the Shield quickly reaches into her bag and pulls out a carefully wrapped package. Gingerly she unwraps it to reveal the gift painstakingly made: a paper mache lantern made of the many colorful and childish drawings Aoife had drawn on her visits to the bakery. Though not the most expertly made, the star-shaped light is nonetheless resplendent with illustrations, bright with the heart and soul of the girl and crafted by Amalia's love for her.
Passing it gingerly to the men, Amalia looks at Ronin. "You said you didn't have anything of hers," she says softly, searching the blue eyes. "I had these in the shop... I hope... I hope it's okay."
Amalia & Jyoti
WE MIGHT BE HOLLOW, BUT WE'RE BRAVE