[SWE] Capturing the Sun

If men lust after her Amalia does not know, the girl herself being rather immune to such feelings (though this has changed somewhat of late). It means that she, too, does not look on Remi with anything more than familial fondness. Indeed, most of her relationships with men are born far from fires of physical want. "For all the trouble you get into, you're remarkably spry on your feet," she replies wryly, hoping the comment is not in poor taste. She is dismal at leading, something he seems to realize - but not until after she has trampled his toes. At least she is barefoot, soft leopard pads instead of heels to avoid doing too much damage. Abashed, she grins and shakes her head, feeling rather foolish for her unfortunate steps. Her embarrassment quickly shifts to awe at Remi's remarkable plan, a sharp intake of excited laughter as the vines grow around them, making them a little cage. "Brilliant!" More than happy to let him lead, Amalia shifts her hand to his shoulder. And so they begin to dance. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me