the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
The desperation, the tragedy of losing your home, the things you knew and believed in... as much as she may resent outlanders for forcing their ways on Caido, Amalia cannot help but ache for the things they must have lost.
And yet she cannot bring herself to lie to Arialla, to tell her there is hope- because time and experience has shown again and again that they cannot go backwards, only move on. She will never find the life she left behind, only build a new one here.
"I... can't blame you for that." Dark eyes taking in the red-haired woman, Amalia bows her head in a nod. "After, if you decide you want to... if you need help finding a place here, I can do that. Help you. If you want."
And yet she cannot bring herself to lie to Arialla, to tell her there is hope- because time and experience has shown again and again that they cannot go backwards, only move on. She will never find the life she left behind, only build a new one here.
"I... can't blame you for that." Dark eyes taking in the red-haired woman, Amalia bows her head in a nod. "After, if you decide you want to... if you need help finding a place here, I can do that. Help you. If you want."
