Amalia
Much like her earlier reassurance, Remi's attempt to ease Amalia's discontent is met with a distant sort of gratitude, objective understanding without really believing it but appreciative nonetheless. It isn't enough, she isn't enough- but she will be damned if she isn't going to try, to do her best and come and help and push herself to do all she can. Shield of Safrin, Ludo called her, and a shield she will be.
And in the end it is Remi's understanding of this that makes her value him so as a friend.
She tilts her head as the alchemist muses, chewing thoughtfully at her lip. "I thought about that, but..." Amalia falters, feeling rather foolish all at once. "I, ah, I didn't want to hurt anyone if I reflect it on accident. But if it could be absorbed, and maybe used later? Or just... negated." Rolling her shoulders in a shrug, the baker smiles wryly at her friend, her dark eyes tired, no longer trying to hide the burdens that she bears. It is a testament to the comfort he inspires, the trust she feels for the man: few are witness to Amalia's weakness, the crumbling uncertainty which gnaws at her core.
And in the end it is Remi's understanding of this that makes her value him so as a friend.
She tilts her head as the alchemist muses, chewing thoughtfully at her lip. "I thought about that, but..." Amalia falters, feeling rather foolish all at once. "I, ah, I didn't want to hurt anyone if I reflect it on accident. But if it could be absorbed, and maybe used later? Or just... negated." Rolling her shoulders in a shrug, the baker smiles wryly at her friend, her dark eyes tired, no longer trying to hide the burdens that she bears. It is a testament to the comfort he inspires, the trust she feels for the man: few are witness to Amalia's weakness, the crumbling uncertainty which gnaws at her core.
with a brave heart anything is possible
