[se] baby that's the fun of me

"Maybe." The topic has grown drearier than Amalia would have liked, and so she steers them back to happier topics, asking about Aoife, teasing the girl, pushing for more information on how to improve as an attuned. Remi's sweetness is tempered by sadness; it makes her ache against the boy, yearn to hold him and wipe away that pain, but she knows as well as anyone that nothing is so simple, and wounds take time to heal. So she chatters, and smiles, and offers suggestions for raising the child, and regales them both with lighthearted stories of her upbringing in the Hollowed Grounds. Eventually, though, it is time to leave. She should return to the stall, take back command, and start preparing for the night. With a final smile and a kiss for Aoife, Amalia rises up, dusting at her pants and smiling at the pair with sunlight in her eyes. "I hope to see you both again soon- come by the bakery whenever you like." Sincerity rings in her voice, an eager invitation she hopes they will accept. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me