Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Nothing." Surprised he doesn't know this, Amalia throws Sam a bemused smile. "That is- Mort loves all living things, inherently. He doesn't discriminate who goes to him and who does not. If their souls are free to, that is." Her expression darkens, remembering the ones she and Jigano helped collect after LongNight. Rubbing her thumb over her wrist, the Shield blinks and sighs. "So it doesn't have to be earned. But that doesn't mean.... I still want to feel worthy, of such a gift."Nodding agreement with the decision to wait until the next day, Amalia continues to sit beside him, her legs curled up between her arms. "Okay." She can sympathize with wanting to forget, to pretend that nothing is wrong if only for a moment.
At the mention of her husband she involuntarily smiles, looking over the moonlit water. "He's in town, checking on the preparations. Not, not that we doubted you'd have everything ready. But we thought... maybe it would be weird, having him here too. I don't know." A little anxious now, she chews upon her lip. "We can go find him, if you want? Or, or stay here. Whatever you... you want to do."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
