this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
She keeps her arms wrapped firmly around him, keeping him from hurting himself again and sighing heavily against his back. To Astra's images Amalia replies with quiet hope and determination, as well as a second, important request: Do you know where the water is? I need to give it to him. It will help. The message is accompanied by a visualization of the canteens Tanau had given, of the Shield drinking and becoming well.
Again she focuses on Loren, running a hand gently over his back as he curls up and quivers, more child than man, hurt and alone. "What does the fire say to you, Loren?" the Shield asks, continuing to hold him close. Amalia can remember how it felt, to be lost and lied to by ones own brain. His body is searing, slick with fever. She can only hope Astra brings the water soon.
Again she focuses on Loren, running a hand gently over his back as he curls up and quivers, more child than man, hurt and alone. "What does the fire say to you, Loren?" the Shield asks, continuing to hold him close. Amalia can remember how it felt, to be lost and lied to by ones own brain. His body is searing, slick with fever. She can only hope Astra brings the water soon.
