[se] baby that's the fun of me

Amalia starts as the raccoon abruptly shifts, transitioning from a furry miscreant to a familiar form. She raises an eyebrow in response to his offense, wrinkling her nose in playful consternation before breaking into a smile. "Don't worry, starchild, I will rescue you!" she coos, obliging Aoife by scooping the babe into her hands, raising her up into the sky. "We shall fly away into the stars, and hide behind the moon!" Amalia drops gently onto the grass, her legs crossing easily beneath her dress. Setting Aoife down in her lap, she produces a slice of particularly firm, dense bread and presents it to the child. "For teething, my queen," the baker declares, before turning her dark eyes back to Remi. "Did you like them?" There is a shy pride in her voice, and a rosy tint to her cheeks. She loves to see others enjoying her work; it makes her feel purposeful, valuable, good. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me