EVIE
like love is a bad word
Amalia has no reason to shy away from the expression of her emotions, but Evie's arms are a safe haven nonetheless, sheltering and cradling as the younger woman hides against the curve of her shoulder. These are joyous tears, and her own shine upon her freckled cheeks. Surely they are scaring all the living creatures away with their shrieking and their laughter, but Evie can scarcely convince herself to stop. Only able to bring herself to some sort of center as Amalia pulls back just enough to meet eyes once more, blinking away the shimmer of tears from her lashes so as not to miss a moment of her sister's face. "It's okay," she interrupts, sincere and sure. Love etched into every arch and valley of her face as she waves away any fault or hesitation Amalia may burden herself with. "It doesn't matter, you're here now. That's all that matters to me." Her smile is radiant with affection and certainty, sure that she has not heard better news in all her life. Though she hesitates over what was spoken, a crinkle forming between her brows as she peers down at the shorter woman. "Why were you in the infirmary? Are you alright?" She hadn't noticed anything when they'd first run into each other, but now she checks visually once more, magic restless and ready to be used at any moment.
