AMALIA
"Or hide," Amalia agrees softly, wincing at the hint of snark and reprimand in his voice. Glancing away from that hollow gaze, the Shield sighs, wringing her hands uncomfortably for a moment. This new Remi is not one she knows how to navigate. Once she would have reached out for him, taken his hand, squeezed his arm. She would have offered a quiet comfort in physical contact, engulfing his sadness without words. Once Amalia would have hugged him tight-
-Oh, what the hell.
Stepping suddenly toward the alchemist, Amalia raises her arms somewhat uncertainly - then simply ploughs ahead, reaching up to try and wrap around his shoulders, to cling to him and bring him close. If he fights her on it she won't push too hard, but if he just resists she'll tighten the embrace, a low purr beginning in the pit of her lungs, opening the Attuned bond to let him feel the depth of her empathy, her sorrow for his loss - and to take whatever he cares to give.
-Oh, what the hell.
Stepping suddenly toward the alchemist, Amalia raises her arms somewhat uncertainly - then simply ploughs ahead, reaching up to try and wrap around his shoulders, to cling to him and bring him close. If he fights her on it she won't push too hard, but if he just resists she'll tighten the embrace, a low purr beginning in the pit of her lungs, opening the Attuned bond to let him feel the depth of her empathy, her sorrow for his loss - and to take whatever he cares to give.
