Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Her foot doesn't hurt very badly, hardly enough to need the unicorn's attention, and yet she thinks it would be easier to go along than to protest. Let them each feel they have some control for a minute longer, like there are still problems in the world that can be healed, overcome. "Sure," she agrees lightly, easily, looking back to the proud mare and extending a hand toward her crown, ready to offer affection in exchange for services. How is he? the girl adds silently, that part of her Attuned ability at least still intact. And then, because she doesn't know if she'll have the opportunity to say it later: I'm sorry.Wounds tended, skin mended, the Shield turns back to find his outstretched hand. A moment's hesitation flickers over her before the mild smile returns; her slender fingers slip into it as they have a thousand times before. She follows him then toward their shared home, raising a brow and snorting slightly as he reveals that Sunjata was electrocuted, of all things. "'Accidentally'," she repeats wryly, stepping over the hearth. "What did he do to deserve that?"
It is fortunate her back is to him because his question catches her unawares. She can feel her face grow pale at the sound of it, a half-sob-half-laugh bubbling dangerously at the bottom of her throat. It takes her a moment to catch her breath, dark eyes closing as she inhales deeply, trying to calm herself back down. "I- no," she confesses, turning toward Deimos with a melancholy, pleading smile. "But I don't... we can talk about it later." Reaching out to catch his hands, she looks up at him with childish desperation. "Please? Tell me about what happened to you instead."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
