[se] baby that's the fun of me

Mock-nibbling on Aoife's fingers, Amalia turns shy, bright eyes onto Remi, blushing beneath his praise. "Thank you," she replies, muffled from behind chubby fingers, her smile sweet and genuine. The leaf-green dress is a hand-me-down, many times mended by her mother, though Amalia has always believed that each stitch adds to its charm. Her hair has long since escaped most of its braid, strands of it framing her slender face. But it is the happiness that lights her best, the respite from anxiety which makes the girl glow, her smile radiant and her dark gaze vibrant beneath the deep blue sky. "You looked better the other way." Her voice is teasing, light and airy, a clear contradiction within. Like Remi, she compliments without deeper thought, no lust or interest in her loins. As Aoife takes the snack she grins, pulling it back to slow the girl. It will take her time to gum through the cracker, an old favorite of the babies in the Grounds. "You're welcome whenever you like," she replies, sincere in the offer of solace, company. "You're an alchemist, right? Perhaps we ought to go into business together - Devas Sweets and Sorcery!" Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me