AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Looking up at Safrin's face, the girl bites her lip, something between happiness and lingering doubt in her open expression as she listens to the goddess apologize again. It isn't an apology Amalia wants, but the girl isn't sure what she does want, only to feel right in the world once more, that she understands the role she plays and why it is she plays it. "Was it all lies?" the baker wonders aloud, her voice barely more than a whisper, not releasing Safrin's hand. "If there is... something I can do better."
Dropping her eyes from the deity's, her voice grows even quieter. "Or if I should... should stop trying."
Dropping her eyes from the deity's, her voice grows even quieter. "Or if I should... should stop trying."
you're breaking your own heart
