AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
They regard each other like two feral creatures, both predators, neither sure where they stand, whether or not a threat looms near. The baker watches the assassin fidget, watches her consider, watches her smile. Why is she here? Slender fingers pull at her apron, the starlit edge giving her some comfort, the whale on her breast a soothing motif. They are not friends, but they are not enemies, either.watching stars collide
At least, she doesn't think they are.
Amalia is glad to hear that Ashe is doing well, for Remi's sake if nothing else. "Thanks to Vi." That the assassin came to see how she is doing catches the baker by surprise. Unconsciously she runs a hand over her hip, shifting her weight and thinking of the red scar underneath her dress. Half a smile softens her angular face; Amalia shakes her head easily, relaxing visibly with the thanks. "I'm just glad you were safe. That we were able to find you." And this time the Shield is fully sincere: to be lost, alone, in those raging storms...
She stifles a shudder and sighs.
The offer of help raises an eyebrow, bemused now, glancing quizzically at the girl. "Ah... No?" she replies, not unkindly. "I'm just finishing up the afternoon bake. Then I'll do dinner deliveries. Then clean, and evening prayers, and..."
She realizes she is rambling and trails off with a shrug, anxiously pulling at her apron again, not sure what more to say. "Did you want anything to eat? There's a nut loaf from yesterday, and a couple apple tarts from this morning, and pumpkin scones..."
