AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
Unable to heal, unable to do anything, Amalia simply sets the staff down and settles back onto her heels, utterly at a loss. This is a very different Amun from anything she has seen and expected, and the guilt that grips her at having caused it is nearly suffocating. At least he isn't hurt. At least she didn't hurt him.
Not yet.
She nods slowly at the half explanation, still somewhat surprised by the extremity of the reaction. She's never known an Ascended to react quite so strongly to fire, dangerous as it may be, and she can't help but wonder if there's something more. "Were you... before? Afraid, that is. Did something happen?"
Not yet.
She nods slowly at the half explanation, still somewhat surprised by the extremity of the reaction. She's never known an Ascended to react quite so strongly to fire, dangerous as it may be, and she can't help but wonder if there's something more. "Were you... before? Afraid, that is. Did something happen?"
you're breaking your own heart
