she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Aoife is more than welcome in Amalia's lap. The baker wraps her arms around the babe, fierce affection blazing in her chest. We do it for her. For her, and all the others who cannot defend themselves, who deserves to live in a world that is good, to thrive and grow and succeed, exceed.
Part of her is sorry for the things she has said. Ronin deserves the things he has taken: to be comfortable, normal, contented, happy. She wishes she could let him have that, that it did not come to this. Amalia would give anything to turn back time, create a safer place for them all.
But the world continues to move despite them, and Ronin is no longer just a guard, and she is no longer just a baker. Looking back up at the not-man, Amalia offers her own sad smile, her heart breaking for the things they will lose.
They are cut from the same cloth, in a way.
"Thank you." Running soft fingers over Aoife's back, the baker lets out a gentle sigh. "I know it's... But. Thank you."
Part of her is sorry for the things she has said. Ronin deserves the things he has taken: to be comfortable, normal, contented, happy. She wishes she could let him have that, that it did not come to this. Amalia would give anything to turn back time, create a safer place for them all.
But the world continues to move despite them, and Ronin is no longer just a guard, and she is no longer just a baker. Looking back up at the not-man, Amalia offers her own sad smile, her heart breaking for the things they will lose.
They are cut from the same cloth, in a way.
"Thank you." Running soft fingers over Aoife's back, the baker lets out a gentle sigh. "I know it's... But. Thank you."
