AmaLIa
shield of safrin
The boy comes into her arms, corporal and tangible and mercifully so, not a trick of the dark. Though that isn't to say the dark is not playing tricks on him. Clutching the lad against her leg Amalia closes her eyes, reluctant to agree with Ronin's assessment but knowing that he's right. They have to get the living to safety before they can save the dead. A beat of frustration ticks within her - she'd thought Jigano would be here, ferrying these souls, and yet the Sage has been absent through the night.
Another question for another time. Right now she has her own soul to save. "We'll take him to the temple. What's your name? Where did you- Mort!"
The panic in his eyes is unmistakable, a fear and pain Amalia knows she has no ability to fight. Still she tries, dropping down to his level again and thrusting her staff out toward him, to heal and for him to grab. "Take this! It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you to safety." Panicked eyes turn to Ronin in a silent plea for help. She cannot be made a liar, not again.
Another question for another time. Right now she has her own soul to save. "We'll take him to the temple. What's your name? Where did you- Mort!"
The panic in his eyes is unmistakable, a fear and pain Amalia knows she has no ability to fight. Still she tries, dropping down to his level again and thrusting her staff out toward him, to heal and for him to grab. "Take this! It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you to safety." Panicked eyes turn to Ronin in a silent plea for help. She cannot be made a liar, not again.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
