Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
The soldier wastes no time in reaching her point, and Amalia listens silently as Roana begins to speak. Her expression clouds with every word, curiosity and frustration and alarm in her expressive face. Phoebe's illness is news, but after seeing Kiada earlier that morning she cannot say she is surprised to learn that others are sick as well. Too many... her heart aches for the sweet midwife, for her friend, for everyone else who is suffering because of the Voice's sins.
The question makes her blink from her reverie, remembering yesterday's triumph as though a distant memory. "Yes- yesterday. We killed the plants. All of them are dead." So perhaps that will stop the spread, but it does not point to any cure. Roana has knowledge, or so she claims, which is more than most can say these days; Amalia latches onto that idea, stepping behind the counter to swiftly finish folding her loaf. "What do you think it is? And what are you going to do in the woods?"
The question makes her blink from her reverie, remembering yesterday's triumph as though a distant memory. "Yes- yesterday. We killed the plants. All of them are dead." So perhaps that will stop the spread, but it does not point to any cure. Roana has knowledge, or so she claims, which is more than most can say these days; Amalia latches onto that idea, stepping behind the counter to swiftly finish folding her loaf. "What do you think it is? And what are you going to do in the woods?"
