until i'm ready, let me be
Oh, that's right, isn't it- Sam hadn't been there when she emerged from the temple, the only one to flee the scene before determining she was okay. Amalia hadn't even noticed, too caught up in the prospect of dying to register who was and was not there. But of course Sam had expected her to die, and a part of her wonders if he didn't hope for it. It would certainly have made things easier for him, she thinks, her dark eyes flaring as she glares him down.
"Sorry to disappoint," Amalia snaps, nostrils flaring in her rage. In truth she is angry at far more than Sam, far more than the letter- but gods if he isn't an excellent target, arriving prophetically at the worst possible time. Her fingers tighten around the letter, white-knuckled, claws threatening to tear the paper as fur sprouts up behind her ears and her eyes narrow down to feline slits. "I'm sure it would save you a lot of trouble if I died. And a lot of embarrassment. Did you know?"
"Sorry to disappoint," Amalia snaps, nostrils flaring in her rage. In truth she is angry at far more than Sam, far more than the letter- but gods if he isn't an excellent target, arriving prophetically at the worst possible time. Her fingers tighten around the letter, white-knuckled, claws threatening to tear the paper as fur sprouts up behind her ears and her eyes narrow down to feline slits. "I'm sure it would save you a lot of trouble if I died. And a lot of embarrassment. Did you know?"
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
