Amalia
the shield of safrin
Long stares and strange questions aren't so strange to her; "This plane?" she asks without any real curiosity, having heard much stranger beliefs from Outlanders regarding how they got to Caido. She might have teased him gently once upon a time, have been kind in how she spoke to him, a patient teacher of sorts. But today she's tired, not in the mood to hold someone's hand.
Still, she can be kind.
"We don't have currency, really. Just trade." Steadily she begins to put together a plate, pulling a meat pie down from the cooling wrack and setting it on the counter between them. "Someone gave me the ingredients for this pie, so I could feed someone else who needs it. So that one day they'd repay the debt." Maybe he'll scoff at her for how simple the system is; something in her tone suggests he would be best served not.
As for information, it is a vague request and earns only a shrug, along with a lift of her eyebrow. "What did you want to know about?"
Still, she can be kind.
"We don't have currency, really. Just trade." Steadily she begins to put together a plate, pulling a meat pie down from the cooling wrack and setting it on the counter between them. "Someone gave me the ingredients for this pie, so I could feed someone else who needs it. So that one day they'd repay the debt." Maybe he'll scoff at her for how simple the system is; something in her tone suggests he would be best served not.
As for information, it is a vague request and earns only a shrug, along with a lift of her eyebrow. "What did you want to know about?"
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
