A M A L I A
"Well, move in may have been a stretch." Amalia smiles ruefully, looking back at her small shop. "The bakery wasn't really meant to be lived in. There's scarcely space for me here. It would be very cozy, if anyone else stayed." Like Deimos- but she tries to push that thought away, suddenly glad for Remi's blindness which mercifully hides her blush. "But when you are ready to go back to work, well, the offer stands."
She can tell the hug surprises him, and for a moment she regrets it, wonders if this was a mistake. But then the alchemist returns her embrace, his friendly laugh vibrating on her shoulder. Shrugging awkwardly, she pulls away, reaching out to grab the staff. "Thank you for offering," she says, "People don't, ah... I don't get very many gifts." Always giving, never taking- it has been a mantra to live by, safer and easier that way.
Amalia runs her fingers over the staff thoughtfully, pausing to grip the antlers at the top. "All I ask is that the luxere antlers be incorporated. They... they make me feel safer, somehow." It's silly, she knows, but also true. The luxere antlers kept her mind clear during the Long Night. "They make it a bit unbalanced, though."
