Amalia
"Wumpus wagons?" Amalia cannot help the giggle that escapes her at the ridiculous name, imagining, somehow, a string of wagons covered in thick brown fur and lumbering on their own. But the mention of being a slave quiets her quickly: though the baker's understanding of slavery is fuzzy, all she knows of it is that it is a terrible thing. And there, too? She glances at his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the collar she knows is there.
The one Remi lost his sight trying to remove.
"Do you wish Arduinna hadn't taken you in?" Amalia kicks at a rock thoughtfully, wincing at the feeling of it on her bare toe. Perhaps there is an advantage to boots. "Or... whatever she did. You called her your godmother, like you were family, but..." She doesn't seem to treat you like family trails unspoken between them, heavily implied in her expression and tone.
The one Remi lost his sight trying to remove.
"Do you wish Arduinna hadn't taken you in?" Amalia kicks at a rock thoughtfully, wincing at the feeling of it on her bare toe. Perhaps there is an advantage to boots. "Or... whatever she did. You called her your godmother, like you were family, but..." She doesn't seem to treat you like family trails unspoken between them, heavily implied in her expression and tone.
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
