Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Yes. She was very devout... even in the Barrier." Wistfulness creeps into her face, a longing for times and people now gone coloring her alto voice with rich lilac smoke. The suggestion of a duet is surprising, met with more of that crimson flush; shyly she pushes back her hair. "I would like that. I... haven't gotten to see many instruments played."A grateful nod and a bright smile and she slips through the door past him, peering past the empty counter and down the familiar halls. Who else may live here that she has never encountered, ten feet away and never seen? Free from the barrier but she's still so isolated, bleeding into the open world in a way she never could at home.
She follows him to his door, pausing in the threshold. "I... let me grab a couple things from my room. And see if my husband is in. Is it alright if he joins us?"
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
