we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
Perhaps the only part of the apartments that look lived in, it is clear that Amalia has taken solace in the familiarity of a kitchen, even one that isn't hers. With the ease of someone who grew up among stoves and ovens Amalia sets about her work, quickly filling a kettle before rummaging into a bread box and extracting a sourdough loaf. Without much need for sleep these days, the girl has found that baking continues to be an excellent way to fill her time, the evidence of which fills this small and cozy space.
"It's... a lot." From behind the counter Amalia replies, looking up from slicing the bread. "Beautiful, but huge. And so different from the Grounds. I still haven't seen very much of it... I barely know where to start." A sheepish smile crosses her face, and she turns away to fetch some plates and butter for the bread. "I get a little overwhelmed in such big crowds. Especially since so many people seem to recognize me, while I don't know any of them."
The bread is on the plates, buttered, and Amalia pushes one across the counter towards Finn along with an empty cup. "It's... really nice to see a familiar face," she confesses, eyes downcast as relief flashes over her face. "To have a friend here. Well, other than Ronin."
"It's... a lot." From behind the counter Amalia replies, looking up from slicing the bread. "Beautiful, but huge. And so different from the Grounds. I still haven't seen very much of it... I barely know where to start." A sheepish smile crosses her face, and she turns away to fetch some plates and butter for the bread. "I get a little overwhelmed in such big crowds. Especially since so many people seem to recognize me, while I don't know any of them."
The bread is on the plates, buttered, and Amalia pushes one across the counter towards Finn along with an empty cup. "It's... really nice to see a familiar face," she confesses, eyes downcast as relief flashes over her face. "To have a friend here. Well, other than Ronin."
Amalia
