meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
She cannot help the way her face scrunches up at his comment, exactly as Sam might have expected. His tone is not lost on her; she stifles a sigh and leans against the stack once more, half-smiling with a shake of her head that clearly states yeah, well, can you blame me? She expects he'd have the same reservations, were she the one cataloging their history.
Still pulling on her sleeve, Amalia fixes her eyes back on the humming bat. "I suppose not," the Shield agrees thoughtfully, now caught up in an idea. "Though Safrin did ask me to move some of the books. To the Undercroft, so not very helpful for you, but... maybe I can transcribe some things. That would benefit your book."
She seems to come back to herself then, suddenly, blinking as her cheeks flare a sudden red. "Ah... if you wanted help. My help. I understand if you don't." She shrugs her narrow shoulders expressively, still rather at a loss for how she is supposed to interact with her newly-revealed brother.
Still pulling on her sleeve, Amalia fixes her eyes back on the humming bat. "I suppose not," the Shield agrees thoughtfully, now caught up in an idea. "Though Safrin did ask me to move some of the books. To the Undercroft, so not very helpful for you, but... maybe I can transcribe some things. That would benefit your book."
She seems to come back to herself then, suddenly, blinking as her cheeks flare a sudden red. "Ah... if you wanted help. My help. I understand if you don't." She shrugs her narrow shoulders expressively, still rather at a loss for how she is supposed to interact with her newly-revealed brother.
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