& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Mistaking his emotional discomfort for physical pain, Amalia frowns and shakes her head, reaching out a hand. "Here, let me help," she offers again, closing her eyes before he can protest and calling forth a gentle breeze to wrap around them both, soothing what injuries remain. It's the least she can do, given her own part in this.
"Oh? I'm surprised I haven't seen you around." It's a small area, after all, and newcomers and foreigners tend to stand out. The errands are mysterious enough, but Amalia doesn't press it. He'd seem reluctant to talk about his home and work last time, and she's already made this situation painfully awkward.
She releases her braid with a shake of her head, a somewhat puzzled expression on her face. "No, I... I live here. I have a house." And another house, and a flat above the bakery, but that seems unnecessary to bring up.
Another awkward moment passes, the silence growing oppressive. "So... how much longer are you in town? I, I could show you around. If you like."
"Oh? I'm surprised I haven't seen you around." It's a small area, after all, and newcomers and foreigners tend to stand out. The errands are mysterious enough, but Amalia doesn't press it. He'd seem reluctant to talk about his home and work last time, and she's already made this situation painfully awkward.
She releases her braid with a shake of her head, a somewhat puzzled expression on her face. "No, I... I live here. I have a house." And another house, and a flat above the bakery, but that seems unnecessary to bring up.
Another awkward moment passes, the silence growing oppressive. "So... how much longer are you in town? I, I could show you around. If you like."
you've been holding on a long time
