in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
It certainly is a good thing that Rexanna can’t see the war that rages across Amalia’s face. It goes completely unnoticed, and instead she focuses on the positives, the compliment and Amalia’s own acceptance of helping her. She wonders if she has anything that might be helpful to Amalia, to give the Shield something in response to helping her in this moment when she’s so incredibly vulnerable. Still, she dips her head a little bit at Amalia’s own admission of the wedding being beautiful and unlike what she’d seen.“Well… We didn’t really know how Ascended weddings work.” A small shrug. “And we didn’t particularly think that the Old Gods would appreciate us having a wedding like what you did for Remi and Ronin.” A soft frown crossing her face slightly at that. “We wanted to be respectful, so we did it similarly to how I had done it in my last wedding.” Because the first wedding had gone similarly, except with far terrible results.
This one ended up much better so far.
Regardless, she takes Amalia’s hand easily, a soft squeeze of thanks given as she lets Amalia lead her wherever direction they need to go to get there. “If there’s anything I can do for you for helping me, please do let me know?” Her head lifts toward the Baker, wondering if she can see the honesty laced along her face.
REXANNA
