[SWE] Capturing the Sun

Amalia's fingers stretch over Isla's soft muzzle before she suddenly remembers that the unicorn used to be a woman. Flushing crimson she pulls her hand away, unsure of the proper protocol but fairly certain that it is not stroking their medic's nose. Her mother, at least, would have disapproved: and as Rishima is the only healer the girl has been close with, it is there that she must base her knowledge, flawed as that logic may be. As Remi removes his bandages she resists the urge to inhale a breath, sorrow searing through her at the sight of cloudy eyes. "Of course," she murmurs in response, reaching to guide his hand to her shoulder, gently taking the other against her palm. She squeezes gently at his gratitude, but the thank you is not called for. Even had they not been friends the girl would have helped. The only thing she can regret is not being there to begin. Amalia takes a careful step, cautiously pulling him along. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer, though, so be careful for your toes." Her sheepish smile is clear in her voice, though there is uncertainty beneath. It is strange to try and meet the eyes of someone who cannot see her, and she shivers despite her efforts not to, heart breaking once again for the blinded man. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me