a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
Well, either Nate hadn't told him about their encounter or he really has no sense of propriety or awkwardness. Honestly, both seem likely to Amalia who watches with narrowed, uncertain eyes as he nonchalantly responds to her appearance in the area.
Or maybe she simply matters that little to them. This seems the most plausible, in fact.
"Okay." Breaking glass? Amalia can do that. In fact, a feral, wild part of her genuinely relishes the idea. Which is the first sign that she probably ought to have waited and gotten clarification before forgiving, but the Shield has been more on edge than ever and the idea of standing here awkwardly any longer causes her skin to crawl.
She steps up to the broken window, eyeing the long crack that has compromised its integrity. She could probably just pull it out, but....
The fist that pulls back is covered in thick, protective fur, knuckles punctuated by scales. "Thanks," she grunts through gritted teeth, then lets her arm release and fly forward, straight into the window, eager to shatter the thing apart the same way she feels she'll soon be.
Or maybe she simply matters that little to them. This seems the most plausible, in fact.
"Okay." Breaking glass? Amalia can do that. In fact, a feral, wild part of her genuinely relishes the idea. Which is the first sign that she probably ought to have waited and gotten clarification before forgiving, but the Shield has been more on edge than ever and the idea of standing here awkwardly any longer causes her skin to crawl.
She steps up to the broken window, eyeing the long crack that has compromised its integrity. She could probably just pull it out, but....
The fist that pulls back is covered in thick, protective fur, knuckles punctuated by scales. "Thanks," she grunts through gritted teeth, then lets her arm release and fly forward, straight into the window, eager to shatter the thing apart the same way she feels she'll soon be.
Amalia
