Seraphina
the artificer
The shift in the Archangel is notable, and Sera smiles softly back at her newfound friend, trying to offer whatever support she can to the woman. Eventually, however, the smile blossoms more genuine and Sera relaxes a large fraction, shaking her head. “I don’t mind at all.” She assures Amalia, in case the woman worried about intruding or stepping on toes. The Artificer looks forward to it, if she’s being honest.
“Alright, one trip to your rooms and we’ll head to mine.” She chimes with a grin and offers her elbow for Amalia to lace hers through so they might walk back together. “I like all of them, so feel free to experiment with whatever you want. You are the professional, after all.” And it’s as easy as that – arm in arm, spending the rest of the day with the warm scents of food and eating far too much and drinking too much tea.
-FIN <33
“Alright, one trip to your rooms and we’ll head to mine.” She chimes with a grin and offers her elbow for Amalia to lace hers through so they might walk back together. “I like all of them, so feel free to experiment with whatever you want. You are the professional, after all.” And it’s as easy as that – arm in arm, spending the rest of the day with the warm scents of food and eating far too much and drinking too much tea.
-FIN <33
stitch it together kid, i know you know better
