Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
Oliver seems content to talk, leaving Amalia to listen quietly, her eyes distant as she remembers her friend. The pleasure he seems to take in the cake causes her to smile with pride, but she doesn't interrupt. Instead she returns to the pumpkin soup that bubbles on the stove, tasting and stirring and adding in spices while the blond recounts his experience. It's laced with expletives, causing the Shield's lips to quirk. No surprise they'd gotten along.Turning back when Oliver fades out, Amalia can only nod. "That's good advice," she agrees softly. And then, because it feels like what he needs, and because Adam isn't here to check in on the boy, Amalia adds, "And are you? Proud of yourself, and open?"
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
