I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map
& I knew that somehow I could find my way back
He is so quick to shoot down all her good intentions, and honestly Amalia cannot blame him. In the end she feels much the same: her well-laid plans and hopes and dreams have resulted in little real good. The Tulmhainar, Safrin, the collapse of the Spire and now the Temple... what was the point in trying so hard, if the outcome was always the same?
And yet. And yet.
Sighing her agreement with the sentiment of guilt, Amalia rolls her shoulders to loosen them before reaching out for her nearly-finished basket. Jerking her chin toward the items at the foot of her bed, she smiles thinly. "Well, would you at least be willing to fill my shield and pendant with healing magic? So I can be ready for the next disaster."
And yet. And yet.
Sighing her agreement with the sentiment of guilt, Amalia rolls her shoulders to loosen them before reaching out for her nearly-finished basket. Jerking her chin toward the items at the foot of her bed, she smiles thinly. "Well, would you at least be willing to fill my shield and pendant with healing magic? So I can be ready for the next disaster."
then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
so I stayed in the darkness with you
Amalia
