Folding her fingers around Amalia's Safrin offers the girl's hand a welcome and warm squeeze. Starlight rifles through the contact making the baker feel both light, and cosmically-weighty all at once. Meeting Amalia's gaze the deity sighs fosftly. She can feel Amalia's thoughts as wild as any beast whirling about. But they go unsaid, and so Safrin does not comment on them. "He came to me not terribly long after you did , with roses plucked just for me." She says softly, her expression betraying none of what that conversation actually entailed. "I am indeed well now. Thank you for coming to see me when you did. I truly am sorry for the things I said while blighted. It...twists meanings and makes lies seem like the truth."
SAFRIN
