An Apple a Day

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map Inviting Samuel on this particular adventure had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, one Amalia had made before she had a chance to think too seriously about the myriad of ways this could go horribly wrong. So instead of giving herself time to think she'd simply dropped a note off at his house the day before... and spent the night agonizing over what would be worse, if he came or if he didn't. When she does see him waiting, well, the thing that catches in her chest is not so different from happiness. Raising a tentative hand up, the Shield waves to her waiting brother, mirroring his own greeting with a hesitant, genuine smile. Dressed in a simple green tunic and brown breeches, she is barefoot, feet protected by leopard pads. She doesn't carry her shield - it's tucked into her bracer - but her staff is in her hand, and a basket not dissimilar to his hangs over her elbow. "There's a few by the old farms- Rory's and, and Maea's." Her voice falters at the last name, clouds passing over the expressive face as her dark eyes fall to the ground. Another loss she hasn't had time to properly mourn. Biting her lip, she looks back up at Sam. "Are you... okay? After last time I, ah... well. I didn't see you after. I hope you weren't too badly injured." And I knew that somehow I could find my way back