the devil is not as black as he is painted
Something in the goddess settles and clenches. She looks up into the heavens, brows narrowing as if focusing very hard on something far away. Or, trying not to focus at all. "Ahh." She hums, offering a knowing nod. Though something in the way her expression tenses as Amalia mentions that Vi's efforts are an attempt to help her, is telling, if not extremely subtle.
"Well. Much as I would like to remain here, there are stars that need tending." The excuse is weak, but so is Safrin.
Warmly she looks to Adam, offering him a wink. "Don't be a stranger now." She said with a laugh, before turning to Amalia. The levity of her expression disappears, and it is with naked sadness that she regards the Shield. Saying nothing, she merely nods, before disappearing.
"Well. Much as I would like to remain here, there are stars that need tending." The excuse is weak, but so is Safrin.
Warmly she looks to Adam, offering him a wink. "Don't be a stranger now." She said with a laugh, before turning to Amalia. The levity of her expression disappears, and it is with naked sadness that she regards the Shield. Saying nothing, she merely nods, before disappearing.
