dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
”Fine.”
But that isn’t the end. It’s not the end as Amalia continues on, agreeing to join but with conditions. Conditions that she listens to, contemplating. “So you want to be my second hand?” She asks quietly, considering it. The Historian, at the very least, should be more than a note taker – this Rexanna agrees with – and while everything else hadn’t quite been fleshed out just yet, everyone seemed to want the Shield a part of it.
She folds her hands into her lap, looks to the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, with the briefest of wiggling of toes, and offers a smile to her. “Alright.” A brief pause as she thinks on it. “We’ll announce it when we have a meeting. But I don’t see why not?” A step for a step, after all. Progress was progress.
But that isn’t the end. It’s not the end as Amalia continues on, agreeing to join but with conditions. Conditions that she listens to, contemplating. “So you want to be my second hand?” She asks quietly, considering it. The Historian, at the very least, should be more than a note taker – this Rexanna agrees with – and while everything else hadn’t quite been fleshed out just yet, everyone seemed to want the Shield a part of it.
She folds her hands into her lap, looks to the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, with the briefest of wiggling of toes, and offers a smile to her. “Alright.” A brief pause as she thinks on it. “We’ll announce it when we have a meeting. But I don’t see why not?” A step for a step, after all. Progress was progress.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
