Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Oliver may be able to describe his encounter with a perfectly straight face, but Amalia's is coloring steadily pinker, a rosy flush threatening to swallow up all of her tan skin. "Oh," is all she has to say, helpless to further process this information. Despite being married with a healthy sex life, the Shield is still woefully naive in many ways pertaining to sexuality. The only person she'd ever truly spoken openly about sex with had been Adam, and, well...watching stars collide
She swallows and shakes her head, pushing her hair behind her ear with a quiet, halting laugh. "I take it that you're... better, now?" she asks, glancing fleetingly at Oliver before quickly looking away, the color rising in her cheeks.
The creation of the cup plays on her heartstrings painfully, a flash of emotion rocketing over her face before she manages to school her expression again. "I... yeah," she agrees, taking the cup and rising quickly to fill it from the Oasis, taking deep breaths to still her trembling hands. She returns much calmer, gently pouring liquid onto the newly planted sapling and seeds.
