Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Well, this is thoroughly mortifying. It appears that Amalia has entirely misinterpreted the situation, though she isn't sure if knowing the truth is better in this case. Stopping in her retreat the Shield turns back to face the blacksmith, her angular cheeks still hot with awkwardness at this continuing to unfold fiasco. "Oh, I'm... Vi's beard, I'm sorry, it just sounded like..." It's a relief to know that he doesn't see her romantically, at least, even if it is a slight bruise to her ego. But it's a bruise she'll gladly accept.watching stars collide
Now utterly uncomfortable, the Shield can only shake her head bemusedly as he explains the actual intention behind the words. "I... you shouldn't," Amalia murmurs, closing her eyes as tears spring suddenly, unbidden, behind the lids. "Look up to me. I'm not- I don't deserve that." Kiada, Deimos, Adam, Peter- how many dead and wounded has she left in her wake, all too accomplish next to naught?
Shaking her head, the Shield takes another step back. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I... I have to go. It's been a long... long week for me and I..." A shuddering breath leaves her lungs. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault."
