Amalia
the shield of safrin
Amalia's teeth click together as she clenches her jaw, tense displeasure written clearly in her angular face. She is not looking up when Remi reaches for her, and so she does not expect his hand on hers. The warmth of it surprises her; glancing at the man, the girl softens a little, exhaling a tired breath. "It's okay. I... I'm sorry, too."
She glances away from Remi as he interrupts her, not able to meet his eyes. "Of court you're worth being with," the baker replies with a shake of her head. "Ronin adores you. Everyone adores you. You're able to face more shit than the rest of us can even dream of, yet I've never seen you anything but optimistic and strong." A wry chuckle, and she looks up at him again. "But I've always been this way. Scared, and sad, and useless, even when I had everything I could ever want."
She is obviously tired and frustrated, hopelessly at a loss. How do you tell yourself you matter, when it's your own thoughts that betray shoot you down at every turn? Remi may have logic on his side, but logic has no power in an anxiety attack. It is a lesson Amalia learned years ago.
She glances away from Remi as he interrupts her, not able to meet his eyes. "Of court you're worth being with," the baker replies with a shake of her head. "Ronin adores you. Everyone adores you. You're able to face more shit than the rest of us can even dream of, yet I've never seen you anything but optimistic and strong." A wry chuckle, and she looks up at him again. "But I've always been this way. Scared, and sad, and useless, even when I had everything I could ever want."
She is obviously tired and frustrated, hopelessly at a loss. How do you tell yourself you matter, when it's your own thoughts that betray shoot you down at every turn? Remi may have logic on his side, but logic has no power in an anxiety attack. It is a lesson Amalia learned years ago.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
