Amalia
the shield of safrin
"It all just tastes like alcohol to me!" Amalia laughs back at his teasing, having recovered from her choking spell. Still embarrassed, the baker shakes her head abashedly, blushing as she looks up at the Alchemist. "I guess... I thought if I drank it faster I'd like it more?" Poor reasoning, maybe, but she doesn't have much idea of what she's doing these days. Being careful and measured has not worked out for her particularly well thus far; perhaps it is time to throw caution to the wind.
There is a bright burst of satisfaction that blooms within her as Remi swallows down the pie, a lingering smile on her lips. It fades a little, though, as he refutes having the blight; Amalia shrugs again, unsure, not wanting to look at the worst possibilities but not trusting all to be well. "We don't know how it spreads, really," she points out gently. "You were attacked by people who had it... it's better to be safe."
And there it was again: safe. Careful. Try. Scowling slightly, Amalia picks her drink up and has another sip, desperate to drown out the worried voice that screams so endlessly through her mind.
There is a bright burst of satisfaction that blooms within her as Remi swallows down the pie, a lingering smile on her lips. It fades a little, though, as he refutes having the blight; Amalia shrugs again, unsure, not wanting to look at the worst possibilities but not trusting all to be well. "We don't know how it spreads, really," she points out gently. "You were attacked by people who had it... it's better to be safe."
And there it was again: safe. Careful. Try. Scowling slightly, Amalia picks her drink up and has another sip, desperate to drown out the worried voice that screams so endlessly through her mind.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
