Amalia
the shield of safrin
His rejection of her faith stings, a slap on the face from one so gentle. For a minute Amalia's kindness falters, too many weights pushing it down. "Safrin protected Aoife," the girl whispers softly, searching Remi's face with a furrowed brow. "Mort restored Ronin. Safrin gave herself to save the Tulmhainar. Vi answered our pleas for rescue from the blight. They may not always be kind, and I know you have had difficult experiences- but surely they have done enough to deserve your respect, if nothing else?" The gods are not their friends, to be sure: more distant parents, guardians with purpose far larger than mortals might comprehend. But they have been generous to Remi and his family.
Is that truly not enough?
Sighing, the baker shakes her head, her smile returning faintly as he speaks of Aoife, and twisting again into a wry grimace as he mentions her stolen shield. "Well... Safrin didn't make it, but Deimos did." That alone should be enough for him to know its value in her eyes. "I know it isn't him. But the things he said..."
Trailing off, Amalia looks away, biting unhappily at her lip. "I can't help but wonder if it's the truth of what he feels. The things... the things he's too kind to say to me, when he's well."
Is that truly not enough?
Sighing, the baker shakes her head, her smile returning faintly as he speaks of Aoife, and twisting again into a wry grimace as he mentions her stolen shield. "Well... Safrin didn't make it, but Deimos did." That alone should be enough for him to know its value in her eyes. "I know it isn't him. But the things he said..."
Trailing off, Amalia looks away, biting unhappily at her lip. "I can't help but wonder if it's the truth of what he feels. The things... the things he's too kind to say to me, when he's well."
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
