she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Amalia shakes her head at the offer, never one for wine, still too uncomfortable to come and sit. Instead she continues drifting, absently looking around as she listens to Ronin speak. Don't worry is very far outside the girl's skillset, an ability the baker decidedly lacks. Worrying is like breathing to her. She worries about everything, all the time.
But he doesn't need to hear that. Sighing, Amalia finally turns around, settling onto the carpet beside Aoife, her hand reaching out to absently ruffle the girl's hair. That Zariah thinks what she's doing is right does little to earn the baker's empathy. Scoffing, Amalia shakes her head. "She could do what's best for them without dragging us into it."
It is when he finally broaches that most difficult subject that the the starlit girl finally looks up, her dark eyes unreadable because she is not sure what it is she feels. Guilt? Anger? Fear? Shame? Sighing, Amalia looks away again. "I should have spoken to you first." Staring at her hands, the girl swallows. Aoife.. I'd die before I let anyone hurt her. So would Remi, and you. But Ronin... If we want to make a better world for her, we have to be brave enough."
But he doesn't need to hear that. Sighing, Amalia finally turns around, settling onto the carpet beside Aoife, her hand reaching out to absently ruffle the girl's hair. That Zariah thinks what she's doing is right does little to earn the baker's empathy. Scoffing, Amalia shakes her head. "She could do what's best for them without dragging us into it."
It is when he finally broaches that most difficult subject that the the starlit girl finally looks up, her dark eyes unreadable because she is not sure what it is she feels. Guilt? Anger? Fear? Shame? Sighing, Amalia looks away again. "I should have spoken to you first." Staring at her hands, the girl swallows. Aoife.. I'd die before I let anyone hurt her. So would Remi, and you. But Ronin... If we want to make a better world for her, we have to be brave enough."
