A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help They can take turns visiting each other - "Okay," she answers, an uneasy smile on her weary lips. Take turns picking each other up when they break and break and break again, until the day when the pieces just fall through the other's fingers like sand. He brings his hands together and she finds herself curious as to why, leaning forward despite her exhaustion a though proximity will lend her knowledge. As she does she presses her hand into Isuma's feathers, fingers curling in the soft fluff between the griffin's wings. Impatient as ever, the Shield's eyes are sharp and searching as she waits for him to reveal his prize: a little griffin of alabaster stone, the perfect size to join the charms that dangle around her neck. "Oh," Amalia whispers softly, extending her hand to take it from Jigano, clearly enraptured by the trinket. "Oh, it's beautiful. I- thank you. Both of you," Amalia adds, looking down at the griffin in her lap with a soft and sincere smile, her cheeks rosy, her dark eyes bright. "I'm... I don't have anything to give you in return. Sorry." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine