Amalia
"Sure, Adam, whatever you say." If her tone of voice is not enough to convey how little she believes his nonchalance, her grin will certainly give her away. "I wonder what he would say, if I told him that. Maybe I should invite him to the bakery..." In her mind, conversations and expectations are the most important part of this sort of thing. And for all her teasing, for all her playful mischief, Amalia at her core is most concerned with keeping Adam from getting hurt.
The blush that rises when he calls her babs is less in response to the flirting and more from happiness at having an (albeit unexpected) friend. And when he leaps to her defense her color only deepens, a bemused expression crossing her face, her eyebrows drawn in puzzlement. Unaccustomed to outbursts of praise, she does not know what to do with the compliments, biting her lip and looking bewilderedly into the crimson trees. It isn't until the threat to piss on him that Amalia finally bursts out laughing, turning back to stare at Adam, an eyebrow raised dubiously as she regards his skinny form. "That would be something to see."
The conversation returns to more serious topics, and the baker's expression darkens as she looks back at the lantern, worrying her lip with a heavy sigh. "His name was Emmett. He was..." A Natural? A farmer? A brother? A child? The truth is, Amalia did not know Emmett particularly well- not as well as she would have liked.
Not as well as he deserved.
"He was a friend," she settles on at last, "And he was kind, and brave. This past year... it wasn't kind to him. I wish... I wish there had been more I could do." She sighs, pulling her knees to her chest and lying her head upon them. "It's not much, but I wanted to light a lantern for him here, in Ludo's woods. To help him find his way to Mort."
The blush that rises when he calls her babs is less in response to the flirting and more from happiness at having an (albeit unexpected) friend. And when he leaps to her defense her color only deepens, a bemused expression crossing her face, her eyebrows drawn in puzzlement. Unaccustomed to outbursts of praise, she does not know what to do with the compliments, biting her lip and looking bewilderedly into the crimson trees. It isn't until the threat to piss on him that Amalia finally bursts out laughing, turning back to stare at Adam, an eyebrow raised dubiously as she regards his skinny form. "That would be something to see."
The conversation returns to more serious topics, and the baker's expression darkens as she looks back at the lantern, worrying her lip with a heavy sigh. "His name was Emmett. He was..." A Natural? A farmer? A brother? A child? The truth is, Amalia did not know Emmett particularly well- not as well as she would have liked.
Not as well as he deserved.
"He was a friend," she settles on at last, "And he was kind, and brave. This past year... it wasn't kind to him. I wish... I wish there had been more I could do." She sighs, pulling her knees to her chest and lying her head upon them. "It's not much, but I wanted to light a lantern for him here, in Ludo's woods. To help him find his way to Mort."
