[se] baby that's the fun of me

"Yes." It had not been a pleasant night, with Kiada in mourning and darkness at the door. Amalia regrets referencing it; her own rueful smile dies along with his, replaced by something pensive and insecure. She had acted a fool that evening, letting the leopard dictate her actions instead of focusing on the girl. Taking solace in Aoife's innocence, the baker reaches out to entertain the child, the braid of grass an offered plaything, her angular face halfway hidden behind a cascade of golden hair. Remi's story deepen's Amalia's frown, makes her chew nervously at her lip. It is against the things she knows and believes for her gods to act like this, punishing and taunting without remorse to those who do not reserve. The girl cannot imagine what Remi must have done to deserve such ire, cannot picture the earnest alchemist as anything less than good. Shaking her head, she sits back with a sigh, confused and empathetic, aching for the man. "My world has not been kind to you-" and it is not pity but a statement of fact, accompanied by a head shake of lament. "I wish I could show you the beautiful parts of it. I cannot imagine what it must be, to be taken from your home to such a cruel place." She glances back at his boyish face, affectionate and kind and a little inspired. "You take such good care of this one, though." She presses a finger to the baby's nose, the smile returning to her lips. "I don't know you well, but I you're strong and brave. Just don't forget to take care of yourself." Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me