Amalia
the shield of safrin
Her blush only deepens at Loren's line of questioning, her relationship not something she often speaks of - in part because it is nobody's business, and in part because she is a jealous guard. "Ah, we... we've been together since Fiat Lux last year," the baker admits with a happy smile, not meeting Loren's eyes. "And we only started living together in LeafChange. And... yeah. That's it." Her expression says that is definitely not it, but she does not volunteer more, unsure of what to say.
His teasing makes her laugh again, sticking out her tongue playfully. Placing both elbows on the counter she dramatically leans upon her hands, her dark eyes glittering as she looks up at him. "That sounds like it will go wonderfully," she replies with mock-seriousness, nodding her head. "You do that, and I will teach magic and politics and how to be a- a duke, was it? What even is a duke?"
His teasing makes her laugh again, sticking out her tongue playfully. Placing both elbows on the counter she dramatically leans upon her hands, her dark eyes glittering as she looks up at him. "That sounds like it will go wonderfully," she replies with mock-seriousness, nodding her head. "You do that, and I will teach magic and politics and how to be a- a duke, was it? What even is a duke?"
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
