wash away our sore eyed souls

YOU SAID THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE MOON IT ROSE TOO SOON AND WE'RE DOING WHAT WE SHOULD Deimos manages to hold her steady, and though tomorrow she will be grateful, today she is simply further irked. Shooting an indignant look at the man, she softens a little when he voices his weariness, his tone more worn than he has ever heard. Indignation immediately forgotten, the girl turns back into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist, her head resting gently on his shoulder, a silent apology in her eyes. They have all been through enough today. She does not need to add to the fire. At least Jigano recants his words, though now the baker is curious, hungry to know what possible reason he had for wanting to return. She does not press, however, nodding her acknowledgement of the apology, too battered and broken to fight. She reaches up to run gentle fingers through Isuma's fur as Jigano speaks again. Her teeth click together as he announces he will leave, irritation rising back up, her dark eyes glassy with exhaustion and alcohol. He had to be leaving because she snapped, and she can feel guilty fighting with anger, making her volatile and insecure. Go, then, she wants to snap. Run away and leave us. luckily Kiada speaks up, her measured tone a balm on Amalia's volatile temper. "Stay a little longer. It's too late to go back to Rory's - stay you can all sleep here." space will be tight, and there is only one bed, but the Attuned will be fine, and Deimos can have the mattress. As though to punctuate her request Amalia yawns widely, turning her face back against Deimos' shoulder as she considers passing out right there. a m a l i a You said it's life that moves too much We're losing touch But I'm not losing you