Amalia
the shield of safrin
Hearing the Launceleyns were abusive assholes somehow doesn't surprise Amalia as much as it should, but still she glances sharply at Loren, exhaling and tugging at her sleeve. "I'm sorry," the girl murmurs softly, sincere in her regret for his plight. She looks away again as he mentions the shield, though, stiffening a little with mild anxiety. "Ah... yes, but Ronin has it right now." He stole it from me while he had the Blight and I haven't managed to track him down since is left unsaid. It is embarrassing to admit the loss of her most treasured possession, especially filled with his power as it is.He declines her offer yet again, and Amalia cannot help but feel a little slighted. It makes sense that he wouldn't like her - she has not been particularly friendly to the man - but it still upsets her fragile sensibilities, makes her regret her many mistakes. "Okay. And likewise," the baker says softly, kneeling down to scratch Astra behind the ears in an affectionate goodbye. "Don't let him work himself down too hard, hm?" she whispers, before standing and gathering her things.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
