AMALiA
She pauses enough to listen to his question, stormy black eyes closing in a sigh. Imagine if the roles were reversed- but that's the thing: they wouldn't be. Ronin would never have been so stupid, so naive as to continually try and try. "I'd tell you to pull yourself together." Her tone is tired and a little stubborn, as though she does not want to admit the wisdom in her own words. "That what's done is done, and the only thing to do is find a way to move forward." Sighing heavily, the baker at last sinks down into a seat, though calling her posture anything close to relaxed would be a gross mischaracterization of facts. "But Ronin... everything I've done has resulted in disaster. Just look at the Spire."Running her hand anxiously through her hair, Amalia stares at her shaking knees. "It might be possible. She... tolerates me, because of Jyoti. I can try to sneak into the woods and find her." She shrugs her shoulders, and for the first time something close to real amusement passes her troubled face. "What's the worst that can happen if I'm caught? I get thrown in jail?"
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