Amalia
stop thinking so much
It is strange, but in the end, not the strangest thing she has heard or seen. There are worlds of mystery beyond her own, tales upon tales, interwoven threads. At the end of the day the thing Caido offers more than anything else is redemption, rebirth, a chance to breathe in new life and start the world afresh. Amalia loves Kiada, is fond of Rexanna: the idea that they have been given a chance to reforge broken bonds pleases her, soothes her anxious and ardent soul. "I hope they reconcile," the girl murmurs, looking back up at Deimos with glittering eyes. "They are lucky to have that chance. I... didn't."
Looking back down, the girl furrows her brows. Now is not the time to think of her mother, the hundreds of things left unsaid (and even worse, the ones they did say, searing lines of cruelty, unfair accusations and retorts). She wants to enjoy tonight, to enjoy him, to be enjoyed. She wants to learn about his world, his life, the sculptors hands that have woven against him, forging the magnificent thing she knows. "Kiada is lucky to have you looking out for her. They both are. It must be nice, to have people you know here."
She wants to learn where she fits within that world, and whether her place is already taken, whether she is a fool for trying to find a crevice in an already complete piece of art.
Amalia walks away from him then, going in search of a bowl. She returns with one in hand and adds the vegetables and a selection of herbs brought from the bakery garden. Milk and broth are the last additions: then she holds it out to him, inviting him to contribute meat before mixing them together and adding them to the tin.
you're breaking your own heart
