make peace with your broken pieces
"Ludo told her to do it. Just like Roana." Amalia would have though that to be obvious: there is no world in which the Shield would condone murder, except when sanctioned by the gods. And even then the girl is beginning to very much doubt her decisions, the words she said to Nephele bouncing cruelly through her brain. "That's why I thought it might be you. Because it seems Ludo hasn't stopped asking this of its followers." Except for you, her dark eyes say, thoughtful and confused.
Can he keep a secret? A wry smile curls Amalia's lips, though her eyes remain tired and drawn. "If I can't handle it I'll come to you. I promise." Reaching out the Shield places her hand over his, squeezing gently, appreciative even if she is still frustrated and lost. "In the meantime... keep an eye on your people. I'll look over mine." It is another thing to carry back from what was supposed to be a restful honeymoon, but she supposes it can't be helped. There's no rest for the wicked, and their hands are far from clean.
Can he keep a secret? A wry smile curls Amalia's lips, though her eyes remain tired and drawn. "If I can't handle it I'll come to you. I promise." Reaching out the Shield places her hand over his, squeezing gently, appreciative even if she is still frustrated and lost. "In the meantime... keep an eye on your people. I'll look over mine." It is another thing to carry back from what was supposed to be a restful honeymoon, but she supposes it can't be helped. There's no rest for the wicked, and their hands are far from clean.
shield of safrin
