AMALIA
The statement about it being a dream isn't one she has the bandwidth to examine or investigate right now. Especially with his follow up statement, those two words ringing hollowly through the busy street. Aoife was- and the expression on his face is heartbreaking, the quiet helplessness more eloquent than any words.
Stepping forward Amalia raises a hand up to his cheek, hoping to capture his face, his eyes, to fix him with a stare. "Aoife is yours," she murmurs, fervent and serious, searching for understanding in his green eyes. "She will always be yours."
Dropping her hand Amalia draws back, expression once again unsettled. Wrinkling her nose in open distaste, the Shield glares at the floor. "I don't trust Sunjata," she says softly, frowning. "Least of all with a child. He's reckless and destructive." But then again, which one of them isn't these days?
Stepping forward Amalia raises a hand up to his cheek, hoping to capture his face, his eyes, to fix him with a stare. "Aoife is yours," she murmurs, fervent and serious, searching for understanding in his green eyes. "She will always be yours."
Dropping her hand Amalia draws back, expression once again unsettled. Wrinkling her nose in open distaste, the Shield glares at the floor. "I don't trust Sunjata," she says softly, frowning. "Least of all with a child. He's reckless and destructive." But then again, which one of them isn't these days?
