Amalia
the shield of safrin
"What are you one for?" Again the question slips out before she can contain it, curiosity getting the better of her. The novelty of talking to a total stranger is something she did not expect to enjoy this much, but Finn makes it easy with his (apparent) frankness and open tone. Shaking her head, she smiles slightly. "No. I'm only buying apologies today." It isn't often Amalia buys things for herself."It's a good color," Amalia says of the shirt. "You'd look good in green, too." An entirely uninvited opinion, she realizes, swiftly looking away from him, back to the array of scarves. A red one like the one she lost during LongNight catches her eye; raising it up she runs a hand over the fabric, trying to bury her general awkwardness in the regularity of menial things.
Laying the scarf down again, she turns back to Finn with a shrug. "You seemed like you needed it." No other reason, really: he seemed like he needed a place to sleep, and she happened to provide haven. "I... I'm not to busy, no. Though it's really okay."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
