Amalia
the shield of safrin
She smiles sofftly at his admission about Remi, tilting her head to look at the man. "He was so good with her." She remembers sitting with them at Fiat Lux a year before, watching Aoife's childish glee as she played with their tails and ears. When he'd come for help with baby food. When she'd ridden on his back. "She really was his... he adored her."
Working on it. Amalia raises an eyebrow, uncertain. "On putting Aoife among the stars, or...?" The alternative seems more feasible, though Amalia doubts very much that Safrin would release a stolen soul. She waits for him to clarify before following up: "How?"
And then there is the purpose of their presence. "Yeah." Reaching for her pack, she pulls out the items she's brought: a ring, a scarf, something that may have been a shirt. The scarf she wrings between her fingers, tightening around her hands uncertainly. "Should I just... throw them in?" For this having been her idea, she isn't very prepared.
Working on it. Amalia raises an eyebrow, uncertain. "On putting Aoife among the stars, or...?" The alternative seems more feasible, though Amalia doubts very much that Safrin would release a stolen soul. She waits for him to clarify before following up: "How?"
And then there is the purpose of their presence. "Yeah." Reaching for her pack, she pulls out the items she's brought: a ring, a scarf, something that may have been a shirt. The scarf she wrings between her fingers, tightening around her hands uncertainly. "Should I just... throw them in?" For this having been her idea, she isn't very prepared.
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
she wants to be alone and together with you
