Amalia
So many questions with so few answers; Amalia shakes her blonde head slowly, trying to think of where to start. Before she can, though, Remi's thoughts shifts, and the baker's follow in quick pursuit, new concern lighting her face as the color drains from his cheeks. Searching urgently into his pale eyes, Amalia tilts her head upward as though answers may swiftly appear. "What about Ronin? Is he oka- wait." Something close to understanding rises in her voice. "Safrin is sick. Is Ronin... since she..." The girl cannot say she fully understands the connection between Ronin and the goddess, but it makes some sense that any weakness incurred upon the deity may pass on to him.Another pang of loneliness, then the girl straightens her spine. "In three days," she tells her friend, determination in her voice. "In three days I'm going to make the shrine. I just... just have to figure out where." It is a promise to him as well as a fire under her own ass: No more dawdling, no more moping. Lives depend on you.
She listens as he agrees with her, and then pushes for more, nodding her agreement with his words, as much as she does not like to hear them. He's right: they need laws and systems, structures and guidance, but it needs to be from them, for them, not a mad tyrant's imports from a foreign world. But his statement about almost killing someone sets her more on edge, makes her almost pull away, not sure what to do. She can see his shame, feel his regret; she knows he would never intentionally harm another, but still, it is a difficult thing to hear. Her own face is a little pale, her eyes a little dull, but she squeezes his hand empathetically, trying to organize her thoughts.
"Remi, I... I'm sorry." She does not have much more to say, but her mental pulses say it all: I wish there were some way to take it back, I'm glad the boy isn't dead, I know you didn't mean it but I'm also a little scared. "But I'm glad Ronin was there." Something almost like a smile ghosts across her face. "He really is a bit of a hero, huh? I'm glad you have someone to look after you so well."
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
