you are so brave and quiet && I forget that you are suffering
She lets the silence swallow her last words, watches as he falls away from her, choked by the sorrow she has cast him into. It aches to be unable to save him from it, but Amalia knows better than to push. She has wounded him; any effort for reassurance, any plea for forgiveness would be selfish, an attempt to alleviate her own guilt. She has said her piece and as the cold settles in she waits for him to reply or not, to indicate whether he wants anything more from her.
Or whether she should leave.
It feels like the latter. His silence, his ongoing task, the disdain from Zuriel as she reappears with a small doll clutched between her teeth - none of it invites her to stay, and she is afraid that by doing so she will hurt him more. So she tightens her scarf and averts her gaze, biting down on her lip nearly hard enough to bleed it as Jyoti leaves the Sword with a mournful sigh, returning to her soulmate's side. "Be... be well," Amalia murmurs softly, to the man and to herself. There is more on her tongue but she swallows it down before turning away, walking hurriedly back the way she came.
{fin <3}
Or whether she should leave.
It feels like the latter. His silence, his ongoing task, the disdain from Zuriel as she reappears with a small doll clutched between her teeth - none of it invites her to stay, and she is afraid that by doing so she will hurt him more. So she tightens her scarf and averts her gaze, biting down on her lip nearly hard enough to bleed it as Jyoti leaves the Sword with a mournful sigh, returning to her soulmate's side. "Be... be well," Amalia murmurs softly, to the man and to herself. There is more on her tongue but she swallows it down before turning away, walking hurriedly back the way she came.
{fin <3}
Amalia
