Amalia
He isn't taking it very well, and she shouldn't be surprised. The things she knows to be true, the things she has known from birth- they are far from what most worlds seem to adhere too, except perhaps for Northaven. Biting her lip nervously and tugging at her sleeve, Amalia watches the range of emotions that cross the Ascended's face with some concern. At least he doesn't seem angry with her.
So far.
"Amalia," the girl relies gently, extending her hand to grasp his. The joke lands, and the baker smiles wryly, shaking her head a little in sympathy. "I can't even imagine." Dropping his hand, she gestures toward town, beginning the walk to the Settlement and the bakery, her feet crunching in the newfallen snow. "Why don't... you can ask me any questions. And I'll answer as best I can. That might be easier, maybe?"
So far.
"Amalia," the girl relies gently, extending her hand to grasp his. The joke lands, and the baker smiles wryly, shaking her head a little in sympathy. "I can't even imagine." Dropping his hand, she gestures toward town, beginning the walk to the Settlement and the bakery, her feet crunching in the newfallen snow. "Why don't... you can ask me any questions. And I'll answer as best I can. That might be easier, maybe?"
