[SE] for a moment I forget to worry

A m a l i a She has made a mistake; as Emmett's face falls her own falters in turn, realization of the pain she must have caused searing through her mind. For a moment they are silent, too mourning children caught between their loss. Amalia wishes she could say something kind: It gets better or they're still with you or they would want you to live, but she knows how hollow those platitudes sound. She has heard them herself, time and time again. Instead she gives him a gentle smile and allows him to change the subject, adopting a face of weary satisfaction. "Well enough, given the state of the world." Leaning toward him conspirationally, she lets her own elbows land on the table, mischief pulling at her lips. "Wanna know my secret for bad days?" She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine