and all this devotion was rushing over me
Having grown up with a healer for a mother, Amalia has a great deal of respect for the words of medics. Her own litany of past injuries have left her in her mother's care often enough, and later at the mercy of the Heralds as her spine refused to knit. So it is with some surprise that she learns Falke - a healed himself - did not obey the words of the healers in his youth. Such a minor (to her mind) injury should be easy enough to fix; naïve and forgetful of the bias against magic that those in the Order hold, the Angel tilts her head. "I can heal it for you," she offers simply, as casually as she might suggest they have some tea, "If you want."
Ah, but he's smooth. There's a reason why Falke is the Order's Fixer, and despite her stubbornness Amalia finds herself taken by the smooth transition, the way he seems so kind and open, so genuinely curious as to why she feels the way she does. Her dark eyes dart from him to the table, focusing on the letters of a book without reading any words. His offer - to come to him, to speak, whatever that means - twists something deep inside her stomach, a longing loneliness tinged with fear. The silence stretches on for another thousand heartbeats; when she finally breaks it her voice is soft, barely more than a whisper of smoke. "Have you... ever lost someone? Someone important to you? Someone you loved? And known that it... it was your fault?
Ah, but he's smooth. There's a reason why Falke is the Order's Fixer, and despite her stubbornness Amalia finds herself taken by the smooth transition, the way he seems so kind and open, so genuinely curious as to why she feels the way she does. Her dark eyes dart from him to the table, focusing on the letters of a book without reading any words. His offer - to come to him, to speak, whatever that means - twists something deep inside her stomach, a longing loneliness tinged with fear. The silence stretches on for another thousand heartbeats; when she finally breaks it her voice is soft, barely more than a whisper of smoke. "Have you... ever lost someone? Someone important to you? Someone you loved? And known that it... it was your fault?
Amalia
