& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
"It's ah... it's new." She flushes slightly, awkwardly, not wanting to say more. Amalia has nothing but pride for her new position, for the changes coming over her, but to be proud and to flaunt are separate things and the last thing she wants is for people to start looking at her as a demigod- if that's what she is. But the delight she feels creeps onto her face, the undeniable awe of being able to heal through a gift from Vi warming her expression considerably. "You're welcome."
She remains painfully oblivious to his discomfort, too focused on drawing him out of his anxiety to realize that she's the cause of it. A rather unusual situation for her to find herself in, but something about the man who knows nothing about her (she thinks) makes her feel a little bit safer to be more of herself. Though her expression falters when he reveals that he'll be leaving soon she recovers quickly, regaining her smile, a stubborn glint to her eye. "Then I suppose we'll have to see all she can tonight," she declares. "I have a couple more deliveries to make, but you can come with if you like? Only... only if you want, of course. Sorry. I shouldn't, ah..."
There it is at last, the fumbling anxiety catching up to her in a sudden, merciless burst. It's visible in the flush of her face that she has suddenly remembered she has no idea if he even wants to see her, if he hasn't been trying to avoid her intentionally. She drops her eyes, grabbing her wrist to rub her fingers anxiously on the scar that isn't there, not wanting to push any further but neither wanting to give up yet.
She remains painfully oblivious to his discomfort, too focused on drawing him out of his anxiety to realize that she's the cause of it. A rather unusual situation for her to find herself in, but something about the man who knows nothing about her (she thinks) makes her feel a little bit safer to be more of herself. Though her expression falters when he reveals that he'll be leaving soon she recovers quickly, regaining her smile, a stubborn glint to her eye. "Then I suppose we'll have to see all she can tonight," she declares. "I have a couple more deliveries to make, but you can come with if you like? Only... only if you want, of course. Sorry. I shouldn't, ah..."
There it is at last, the fumbling anxiety catching up to her in a sudden, merciless burst. It's visible in the flush of her face that she has suddenly remembered she has no idea if he even wants to see her, if he hasn't been trying to avoid her intentionally. She drops her eyes, grabbing her wrist to rub her fingers anxiously on the scar that isn't there, not wanting to push any further but neither wanting to give up yet.
you've been holding on a long time
