Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
Amalia listens silently as Roana begins to explain, her expression growing more concerned with every passing word. She remembers discussing the Blight with Ronin, remembers wondering a similar thing: if the Blight was carried through the portal, if the warrioress had been the harbinger of this new doom.
There is no satisfaction in learning she may be right.
Amalia continues to work as Roana speaks, finishing up the braided loaf through muscle memory. She knows about the Demon, that it too was ill with blight; she knows about the Ascended catching flame when exposed to light. She does not know about Isla's cure. That there may be an antidote makes her heart quicken; sharply the Shield glances up, sucking in a breath.
The rest - Roana's blood, Phoebe and Frey, inoculation and defense - it can wait. There are actionable words from the soldier at last, the echoes of do something ringing between them. Suddenly Amalia does not dislike the other woman as much as before. Suddenly there is hope.
With the ghost of a grin and determination in her eyes, Amalia nods her head. "Okay. When do we leave?"
There is no satisfaction in learning she may be right.
Amalia continues to work as Roana speaks, finishing up the braided loaf through muscle memory. She knows about the Demon, that it too was ill with blight; she knows about the Ascended catching flame when exposed to light. She does not know about Isla's cure. That there may be an antidote makes her heart quicken; sharply the Shield glances up, sucking in a breath.
The rest - Roana's blood, Phoebe and Frey, inoculation and defense - it can wait. There are actionable words from the soldier at last, the echoes of do something ringing between them. Suddenly Amalia does not dislike the other woman as much as before. Suddenly there is hope.
With the ghost of a grin and determination in her eyes, Amalia nods her head. "Okay. When do we leave?"
