invest your love

Amalia

"Yeah, Vi." There is a wistful reverence in her voice, the girl still awed by the encounter, a spot of vibrancy in her otherwise dim life. "I... I went to the Temple, after the Spire. To pray for Safrin's wellness. He came and told me she was alive, and that I should make a shrine for her with these stars." She gestures to the infant celestials that seem to quiver with pleasure at being noted, though perhaps that is her own projection upon the trio. "But I... I don't know where to put it. Nowhere feels right, somehow." Safe is the word she doesn't use - safe from Zariah, safe from the blight. Their world isn't safe anymore.

With Remi safely in her arms, the girl listens to the boy's sorrows while rubbing gentle circles on his back. Her lip twitches in quiet amusement at the mention of Jigano - it sounds like something the bard would say, while acting with recklessness himself. "I understand," she whispers ardently against his curls, and it's true - Amalia understands on an intimate level what it is to not know how to help, to want to save the ones she loves without a light to lead the way.

He pulls away, but the girl keeps his hand in hers. They are anchors for one another, lodestones in a distant night. "Rules like these are... they're new, for me." A splash of wry humor eases into her low voice, the alto dancing with a spark of fire. "Zariah keeps saying we need laws and punishments to be a society, but... it seems to me she wants to turn us into Northaven, whether we like it or not." Sighing, the girl leans against the counter, a frown on her expressive face. "Vi said that it's a fine line. That it's easy to murder in the name of protecting Life. I... I think we need to do more than just take. We need to build something better than what we have." She isn't sure it makes much sense, or that it is helpful, but she hopes he understands. They need to do more than tear Zariah down; they need to put something good in her place.

she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away