AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
She does not understand it, the way he seems to skirt between affection and fear for the fabled being, godmother in one moment, cautionary tale the next. Tucking her hands behind her back, Amalia resists the urge to sign, questions still dancing on her tongue. To be called sweet, to be protected... She wants to rebuke him, to tell him she can take care of herself, but the truth is she isn't sure. At the end of the day Amalia is a girl who puts her nose where it doesn't belong, getting into trouble and scarcely escaping, save by the skin of her teeth.watching stars collide
But she has escaped.
The knowledge is stored neatly away, to be perused at another time. Despite her lingering curiosity she is reluctant to put Ianto more on edge, especially when he has been kind so far. Instead she nods her shy assent as he questions her profession, a bashful smile on her lips. "My family has had a bakery for years, in the Settlement. You'll have to come by, sometime." It is a genuine invitation, open and sincere: Amalia is more than happy to host, and loves feeding others nearly as much as staunching her own hungry curiosity.
