i sailed seas of emotions to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
She gathers the wet as he mixes the dry, listening intently to the recount of LongNight. It is a relief to know that so many were safe, tucked away from monsters and madness... even if countless still died. "I... am sure I have," Amalia answers of Aisha, the name not quite fitting to a face. "I think Deimos has mentioned her as being in the militia?"
Returning with water and eggs Amalia gestures for the bowl before taking it out of his hands. "Now the wet ones separately." These, too, are pressed toward him, the Shield leaning elbows on the counter as she watches him work. His declaration of where he stayed earns a raised eyebrow and a slight flush. "The brothel? Phoebe's running it, right? How is she?" It had been a long time since she saw the midwife. Picturing her running a brothel (picturing a brothel at all, really) still sits just outside her grasp.
Returning with water and eggs Amalia gestures for the bowl before taking it out of his hands. "Now the wet ones separately." These, too, are pressed toward him, the Shield leaning elbows on the counter as she watches him work. His declaration of where he stayed earns a raised eyebrow and a slight flush. "The brothel? Phoebe's running it, right? How is she?" It had been a long time since she saw the midwife. Picturing her running a brothel (picturing a brothel at all, really) still sits just outside her grasp.
a galaxy of shadow and stars
AMALIA
