& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Lucky for the Spyglass, Amalia is very good at being oblivious. She has utterly failed to notice the shadow that's been tailing her the past few days, too caught up in her own inner turmoil and too accustomed to furtive glances for a watcher to register.
It's entirely by coincidence that the Shield does catch Finn. She is coming out of the inn itself, having made her daily delivery to stock its kitchen with bread. It feels bizarre to be continuing her work and routine when her world is tumbling upside down, but it's the only place she can find solace, the only consistency she has.
She isn't paying any attention as she leaves the inn, and finds herself bumping into the person just outside- literally, her sharp shoulder catching him squarely in his chest. "Oh!" she exclaims, eyes widening in surprise, her face flushed with embarrassment as she tries to regain some semblance of composure. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see- Finn?" Silhouetted in the light of the open door, Amalia blinks her surprise. "What, ah- hello."
It's entirely by coincidence that the Shield does catch Finn. She is coming out of the inn itself, having made her daily delivery to stock its kitchen with bread. It feels bizarre to be continuing her work and routine when her world is tumbling upside down, but it's the only place she can find solace, the only consistency she has.
She isn't paying any attention as she leaves the inn, and finds herself bumping into the person just outside- literally, her sharp shoulder catching him squarely in his chest. "Oh!" she exclaims, eyes widening in surprise, her face flushed with embarrassment as she tries to regain some semblance of composure. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see- Finn?" Silhouetted in the light of the open door, Amalia blinks her surprise. "What, ah- hello."
you've been holding on a long time
