Safrin
"Nor do I." Safrin agrees with a gradiose smile. Her knowledge of things to come glistens like dewdrops on her long lashes, though her lips remain closed. Patience is not one of Amalia's virtues, but nor is she strong enough to pry or pander the information out of her goddess. So waiting it will have to be.
As the leopardness leans close, Safrin leans back. Light bleeds slowly outwards, knitting together torn muscles and bruised skin. Cuts and aches are wiped away as Safrin's fingers continue their lazy but precise ministrations upon the big cat's head. "He told me." She says softly, of the haunts and terrors Ronin had to endure. "Why they have taken such a shine to him I have no idea." Tension ran through her voice and no small amount of possessiveness too.
'You're right you couldn't do anything. Not as you are now. But...you are becomming, Amalia. Much faster than you might think."
As the leopardness leans close, Safrin leans back. Light bleeds slowly outwards, knitting together torn muscles and bruised skin. Cuts and aches are wiped away as Safrin's fingers continue their lazy but precise ministrations upon the big cat's head. "He told me." She says softly, of the haunts and terrors Ronin had to endure. "Why they have taken such a shine to him I have no idea." Tension ran through her voice and no small amount of possessiveness too.
'You're right you couldn't do anything. Not as you are now. But...you are becomming, Amalia. Much faster than you might think."
