Amalia
She cannot help the slightly mischievous grin as he mentions seeing Ronin first, an eyebrow raising in response. Truthfully Amalia has never been able to keep track of Remi's relationships - she remembers a rumor that he was with Sam, of all people - but the idea that the alchemist has settled on Ronin makes a certain sense. Through the attuned bond the lion would be able to feel her bounding happiness for his good fortune, the relief of knowing that somewhere, for someone she loves, things are going right. "That's incredible," she breathes, awe in her voice, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "A gift from Vi."But the glow of joy is quick to fade, the crashing weight of the rest of the world falling once again upon the girl. Sighing, Amalia looks away from Remi, her fingers coiling through her hair. "The Spire..." Despite Vi's reassurances, the baker cannot help but feel some lingering guilt, the tight grip of failure. The Spire, the blight, the barrier, Wessex, the Queen... so many things she has tried not to feel, so many stones dragging her further down. And taking Ronin, who Remi loves? The girl's heart tightens, and fur rises from her neck as she digs her nails into her arms. "I shouldn't have led them down there. I'm... I'm sorry, Remi, for putting them in danger."
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
