Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
The squeeze against her hand does little to ease the anxiety welling inside her. Amalia knows what he's going to ask before he does it; it's something she's agonized over for some time, whether or not to bring him on this venture. Biting her lip, Amalia does not dare meet Jigano's eyes.
"I... don't know." Releasing his hand, the Shield wraps her arm uncomfortably around herself. "I would want your help, but... it's a task from Safrin." The goddess' opinion of the bard is as well known to Amalia as his opinion on her. "And after last time..." She shrugs helplessly, remembering their fight, the rift it had created. She can't imagine losing him again, not so soon, and though she knows he can more than hold his own against danger, it is not physical conflict she fears will break them apart.
"I... don't know." Releasing his hand, the Shield wraps her arm uncomfortably around herself. "I would want your help, but... it's a task from Safrin." The goddess' opinion of the bard is as well known to Amalia as his opinion on her. "And after last time..." She shrugs helplessly, remembering their fight, the rift it had created. She can't imagine losing him again, not so soon, and though she knows he can more than hold his own against danger, it is not physical conflict she fears will break them apart.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
