Amalia
why else are we here if not
Immediately her head begins to shake, hand raised in easy dismissal. "No, it's... you went through a lot. We all did. Believe me, if I could run away and leave all this behind..." She chuckles, pushing fingers through her gold hair and not meeting Phoebe's eyes. The tight lines of her face and dark circles under her eyes speak to a deep exhaustion, yet even for that Amalia seems to radiate a new strength.
That there's something strange afoot surprises the Shield far less than it ought. Really, when wasn't there strange things happening in Caido these days? Her expression tightens at the description, though, eyes falling shut in tired recognition- and abruptly flying open again.
"Finn?" Amalia repeats. "Finn is...? Oh, Mort, I'm so dumb." Her head drops down into her hands, shaking as pieces fall into place. It makes so much sense now that someone's said it, but gods if she doesn't feel like a fool.
That there's something strange afoot surprises the Shield far less than it ought. Really, when wasn't there strange things happening in Caido these days? Her expression tightens at the description, though, eyes falling shut in tired recognition- and abruptly flying open again.
"Finn?" Amalia repeats. "Finn is...? Oh, Mort, I'm so dumb." Her head drops down into her hands, shaking as pieces fall into place. It makes so much sense now that someone's said it, but gods if she doesn't feel like a fool.
to live with unreasonable passion for things?
