Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
"Not particularly, no." Weary, Amalia can only offer the thinnest smile, the humor far from her dark eyes. Walking toward the back once again, she begins to gather up some of the hardier loaves, as well as a few muffins and scones.Piling the baked goods on the counter for Loren to take, she gestures to the muffins with her chin. "That's for, um, Zariah's kids. They liked them. The rest you can distribute however." She's not sure how she feels about staying in Halo for LongNight, but it sounds like it could be safer, at least.
Astra's affection is echoed, the Shield feeling nothing but adoration and sympathy for the luxere. To Loren she nods, feeling uneasy but too tired to address it. "Goodbye, Loren." She watches him walk out through the door before returning to her work.
{Fin}
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
