Like A Prayer

AMALIA

you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide

She watches him crawl climb the stairs with no little amusement, an eyebrow raised at his stubbornness. Reaching out to offer support, the girl gently eases him forward, am arm extended in case he stumbles and falls back down the steps. Remarkably, though, he reaches the top, and Amalia leans on the railing as he turns around, looking up through glittering black eyes. "I think I'll pass." Sleeping with a drunk man in a small bed doesn't particularly appeal to the girl, somehow. "I'm gonna get you some water, though. Stay there."

Rounding the corner to fill a cup, she comes back to his question and blinks. "Yeah." Climbing the stairs to join Adam, Amaila gently scoots him over, moving to sit beside him while extending the drink. "I try to go every day... or I used to. It's hard to find the time, these days." Putting her elbows on her knees, the baker rests her chin on her palms and turns to look sideways at the self-proclaimed thief. "Why?" Why does it matter to him why she went, if it was to see the gods or for any reason besides?