[SE] for a moment I forget to worry

A m a l i a Leaning a little closer now, Amalia attempts to don a serious face. "The first step," she explains in a low, quiet voice, "Is... And with that she disappears behind her stall, emerging seconds later with two of the last sweet, sticky rolls and bottle of apple cider. "Sweet food, warm drink, and good company to share it with." It is another one of the many things her grandmother would say, and though it feels awkward in the girl's mouth she stumbles through it valiantly, flashing Emmett a grin and a wink. It pains her to see him so sad and war-torn: she remembers him as a friendly boy, industrious and full of life. Amalia offers a sticky roll before taking a long sip of cider. Wiping her face with her apron (and somehow succeeding in leaving more flour behind, her cheek now sporting a pale patch), she smiles encouragingly at Emmett, hoping he will enjoy the snack, that she has not misstepped again. "Ready for step two?" 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