and all this devotion was rushing over me
Distracting oneself from uselessness is a venture Amalia can relate to closely, her own time buried in the library largely a response to the same overwhelming weight. Something in Falke's easy manner and familiarity makes her less self-conscious than she might normally be; "Same," the one-time Shield confesses, a wry smile briefly lighting her face.
He deflects her question about his leg, so she deflects in turn. Comfortable as she may feel, all her attempts to voice concern for the returned Ascended have ended the same way. She meets Falke's gaze in brazen challenge, raising an eyebrow. "About your leg?" Amalia asks, tilting her head and trying to appear genuine in her misunderstanding. She fails, of course, lacking any skill in masking her emotions. Still, she tries. "Sure. How did you hurt it?"
He deflects her question about his leg, so she deflects in turn. Comfortable as she may feel, all her attempts to voice concern for the returned Ascended have ended the same way. She meets Falke's gaze in brazen challenge, raising an eyebrow. "About your leg?" Amalia asks, tilting her head and trying to appear genuine in her misunderstanding. She fails, of course, lacking any skill in masking her emotions. Still, she tries. "Sure. How did you hurt it?"
Amalia
