Amalia
the shield of safrin
"She was everything to me." It's a breathless admission from behind closed eyes, exhaled almost silently into the space between them. "I just hope- I try to be something like the woman she would have wanted. But I'll never measure up to her." There's no bitterness in her voice, just acceptance of fact.
The reivere she has fallen into is shattered by his next question, so unexpected that the Shield cannot hold back a laugh. "Me?" she repeats, pointing to herself, expression clearly telegraphing how absurd the idea is. "W... Why? Why me? I don't- that is- I've never, ah, taught things." Clearly flustered, she shakes her head, long hair falling in front of her face. But beneath the anxiety is something else... Excitement? Enthusiasm?
She doesn't hate the idea.
The reivere she has fallen into is shattered by his next question, so unexpected that the Shield cannot hold back a laugh. "Me?" she repeats, pointing to herself, expression clearly telegraphing how absurd the idea is. "W... Why? Why me? I don't- that is- I've never, ah, taught things." Clearly flustered, she shakes her head, long hair falling in front of her face. But beneath the anxiety is something else... Excitement? Enthusiasm?
She doesn't hate the idea.
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
