[SE] Silver Bells and Cockleshells

"Safrin?" Amalia repeats, her dark eyes never leaving his hands as he curls his fingers and looks away. The fear, the shame- she does not want to understand, to see the meaning behind it all, what has certainly come to pass. She takes a step closer then hesitates, halfway through motion, frozen and lost. She has to hear it from his lips. She has to know what happened from him. Swallowing, Amalia closes her eyes. When they open again her gaze is gentle, a pained, resigned frown between her brows. "Jigano... look at me," she murmurs, reaching out with dirt-covered fingers to try and catch his cheek, turn him back toward her gently but firmly despite her thundering heart. "What did Safrin do? " What did you do? a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there