[PQ] [se] promise me that you'll leave the light on

Amalia finishes her lanterns quietly, engaging in conversation when invited, listening and observing more. When at last the final individual leaves, well-made light in tow, and she and Deimos are left alone, she leans against his side and exhales, tilting her face up to smile at him. "Thank you for helping with this. Let's clean up, then we can head home." {fin} Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.