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the shield of safrin
Ronin's gratitude elicits a smile from Amalia, though there is uncertainty in her almond stare as she regards the guild master, a slightly troubled quirk to her lips. Is she being too preachy, too judgmental, too convinced of her own ideals to let others voice theirs? It is something she's begun to notice about herself.
Another thing to dislike.
The shift in conversation catches her by surprise, causing her to blink up at Ronin. "I... what do you mean?" Confusion and uncertainty crosses her face as she uses her long prehensile qilin tail to lift Aoife around and into her lap, offering the soft end for continued play. Her thoughts on Safrin have always seemed fairly obvious to others, though the memory of the deity's blighted fury snaps and claws somewhere in the back of her mind. "Why do you ask?"
Another thing to dislike.
The shift in conversation catches her by surprise, causing her to blink up at Ronin. "I... what do you mean?" Confusion and uncertainty crosses her face as she uses her long prehensile qilin tail to lift Aoife around and into her lap, offering the soft end for continued play. Her thoughts on Safrin have always seemed fairly obvious to others, though the memory of the deity's blighted fury snaps and claws somewhere in the back of her mind. "Why do you ask?"
you're breaking your own heart
