silent night, starlit night

Safrin Safrin can only shrug at the apology, for it is not Amalia's place to apologize and thus her words have no bearing. Safrin acted wrongly, this she had always known. She had simply hoped that Vi would have taken her motivations into account when setting her punishment. But the creases of disappointment in his stare, as scarred and rigid as any mountain crag was confirmation enough that her intentions, whatever they had been, did not matter. The barrier had fallen. There would be consequences. Are you... are you alright? The goddess glances down. "It is sweet of you to ask." She muses with a gentle smile. "Though it is a very mortal thing to wonder about." Safrin continues with a gentle shrug, decidedly not answering the question.