honey being hurt by love

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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It seems she isn't the only one to recognize her companion, though the Shield has to admit to some amount of anxiety at being identified so easily. It feels like everyone knows who she is these days- a far cry from the relative anonymity of her late adolescence, and something to which she has never truly acclimated.

Nodding confirmation of her identity, Amalia offers up a soft smile, her stance shifting slightly so her weight is on her staff. "I am," she confirms in her low alto voice, taking a step closer to the woman who she recognizes but does not know. Perch building and landsharks and encounters in the street, but never a true conversation shared. "I'm, ah, I'm afraid I don't actually know your name...?" Time to correct that, the girl supposes, strange as it feels to be doing so this far away from home.

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you're breaking your own heart

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