Amalia
Amalia's expression falters a little as Ianto explains the Fae's intentions, the baker mentally kicking herself for her repeat lapse of faith. Of course the Fae are keeping them trapped at the wishes of the Old Gods; of course they must be kept contained, the ascended must be kept contained. Lookin away discontentedly, Amalia bites her lip. "You're right," she murmurs softly, looking away. "Bringing down the barrier... sometimes I forget, all the danger it led to." The Voice loose. The ascended running wild. The blight.
Her smile returns at Ianto's compliment, face flushing with pleasure at the praise of her work. "Thank you. I... I don't know how much I can do, but I promised Vi I would do my best, y'know? To help and protect life. To.. to deserve being Safrin's shield."
Her smile returns at Ianto's compliment, face flushing with pleasure at the praise of her work. "Thank you. I... I don't know how much I can do, but I promised Vi I would do my best, y'know? To help and protect life. To.. to deserve being Safrin's shield."
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
