the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
She wishes she were in a better mood, could return his smile with one of her own. But there's something in it that wounds her: flashes of familiarity, another roguish grin beneath black hair, so close to Adam she can feel the pain rising in her throat.
She's grateful that she's in this form and cannot speak to him. Instead of replying Amalia nods, stopping her pacing to regard Amun and swallowing down the hurt. The fact that he's so delighted by her healing only makes her feel worse; again a nod as he kneels beside her, the feline standing to demonstrate the newly restored functionality of her legs.
She doesn't expect him to want to spar her, and she isn't entirely sure she wants to spar him, but Amalia does not protest his invitation. A third nod as he adopts a guarded stance, the leopardess licking her lips in silent thought - then leaping forward, a sudden burst of energy she will transition to a feint toward the left at the last minute, before she can actually strike her friend.
She's grateful that she's in this form and cannot speak to him. Instead of replying Amalia nods, stopping her pacing to regard Amun and swallowing down the hurt. The fact that he's so delighted by her healing only makes her feel worse; again a nod as he kneels beside her, the feline standing to demonstrate the newly restored functionality of her legs.
She doesn't expect him to want to spar her, and she isn't entirely sure she wants to spar him, but Amalia does not protest his invitation. A third nod as he adopts a guarded stance, the leopardess licking her lips in silent thought - then leaping forward, a sudden burst of energy she will transition to a feint toward the left at the last minute, before she can actually strike her friend.
