she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
Get along? Amalia tenses a little, her purr momentarily replaced by a low, unhappy growl. How can he expect to get along with the monster that consigned them all to centuries of captivity, who within months of being liberated began killing all that lived with the blight? Has he forgotten that she is responsible for Safrin, for Ronin, for all the rest?
But she assumes he knows this, so doesn't say it aloud. Instead she moves forward toward the water, letting her fingers slip into the tank, circling thoughtfully and reaching out to try and soothe the fish. "Oh. Well, I suppose we could leave it at the Shrine?" Amalia says dubiously. "Or take it home, but I don't think it's going to do much protecting in this state."
But she assumes he knows this, so doesn't say it aloud. Instead she moves forward toward the water, letting her fingers slip into the tank, circling thoughtfully and reaching out to try and soothe the fish. "Oh. Well, I suppose we could leave it at the Shrine?" Amalia says dubiously. "Or take it home, but I don't think it's going to do much protecting in this state."
