AMALiA
Roana doesn't give her much, and Amalia doesn't expect it. She admires the woman, in a way: as much as she believes Roana is wrong, the baker cannot deny her resolution. And in a way this is the baker's fault. It was she who told the soldier to go out and try, after all.The promise to wait while she can is all the baker can ask for. Nodding her understanding, Amalia's jaw is set and determined, a mirror of the dark haired blade who is so her opposite, yet so like her. "I will tell you what I hear," she promises before turning to walk away, planning to take her own path home- she has much to think about.
the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
