make peace with your broken pieces
He seems more reticent than she would expect, but she's quickly swept up in the idea of being clean and safe and human again. "Gods, that sounds incredible," Amalia breathes earnestly, eyes slipping briefly shut in bliss as she imagines a shower and clean clothes. "And food- I don't remember the last time I ate. And water. I was so thirsty, but the idea of water... I don't know. It terrified me." A shudder courses through her body at the memory of the feeling. Of watching the world spin and spin and never being on solid ground.
Turning in toward the Star, she searches for his hand and eyes, her own dark gaze concerned. "How were you okay, Ronin? And... how are you? I remember when the Blight-" She breaks off, grimacing and giving into another shudder. "Everything since the fever started is so hazy. I remember pieces, but none of them really make sense. Like a dream."
Turning in toward the Star, she searches for his hand and eyes, her own dark gaze concerned. "How were you okay, Ronin? And... how are you? I remember when the Blight-" She breaks off, grimacing and giving into another shudder. "Everything since the fever started is so hazy. I remember pieces, but none of them really make sense. Like a dream."
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