until i'm ready, let me be
"They don't have to work together, either." Sam must know about her appointment to Rexanna's cabinet alongside him, though perhaps not the full extent of what she has asked for from the Penumbra. No matter- the point remains a valid one, and his smile is met with a dry one of her own.
She glances away when he mentions being burnt by sunlight - yes, she's been told by Wessex before - her eyes on her feet as he explains. Slowly Amalia's expression shifts to a frown; for a moment hot vexation cuts through her brows, but she schools it quickly, taking a breath. Opening and closing her palms, the Shield feathers her jaw in thought.
"Do you know.... do you know what the Voice was trying to do? Why they locked her away?" There's a frank curiosity in Amalia's gaze as she meet's Sams, legitimately curious. She has her own understanding, based on snippets and stories and what she has witnessed since, but she wonders what reasoning the young goddess gave.
She glances away when he mentions being burnt by sunlight - yes, she's been told by Wessex before - her eyes on her feet as he explains. Slowly Amalia's expression shifts to a frown; for a moment hot vexation cuts through her brows, but she schools it quickly, taking a breath. Opening and closing her palms, the Shield feathers her jaw in thought.
"Do you know.... do you know what the Voice was trying to do? Why they locked her away?" There's a frank curiosity in Amalia's gaze as she meet's Sams, legitimately curious. She has her own understanding, based on snippets and stories and what she has witnessed since, but she wonders what reasoning the young goddess gave.
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
