AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
"Nate... Sterling?" Amalia asks, sounding a little incredulous. She raises an eyebrow questioningly - the big man hadn't seemed the type to take in strays, let alone an Outlander, but perhaps she does not know him as well as she thought. Trying not to giggle at the idea of them as roommates, the baker wrinkles her nose. "Definitely the bakery, then. I don't think either of us will make it to the Fields."watching stars collide
The declaration of anticipated independence has her raising her brow again, Adam never having struck her as one who could handle living alone. "There's plenty of extra houses around," she replies with a shrug, trying not to think about her empty family home, the dust and spiders and ghosts who live there now that her mother is gone. "Though it sounds kind of nice, living with someone... Better than being alone." There is a distinct wistfulness in the statement, Amalia's loneliness never far away.
She thinks again about the hole, and how hollow they both are.
Not far from the settlement now, Amalia falls silent once again, letting him fill the gaps. There is a question on her lips, but she doesn't know if she should voice it, for once possessing self-awareness to hold her eager tongue. Amalia does not know Adam, not really, but she knows she does not want to scare him away. She meant what she said: it is nice to have someone there, even if it's just a bandaid used to fix a sinkhole.
