Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
A rush of relief leaves her lungs as the child grasps the staff. She wants to soften, but not until she is sure, sure, as much as it hurts. Looking at the other two, the Shield holds out her Luxere staff. "Okay. You, too."Only when - and if - the other two grab it will the baker usher the children within, taking them quickly into one of the bedrooms and inspecting them for wounds. They do not need to see what is happening outside, and neither does she. As much as her relationship with Roana has been fraught, knowledge of the woman's imminent death is painful, horrible, lingering over her head as this year's very first LongNight loss.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
