born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
Her delirious laugh echoes his, even though she isn't sure what they're laughing at. This isn't how she'd imagined the encounter going at all, but it does feel better than standing up, so she supposes she can accept the strange turn of events. "A lemon cake. With a raspberry filling." She nods at this assessment, smiling crookedly up (down?) at the face that floats across the bed from her, so close and so far away.
This time it's less laugh and more scoff, her cheeks coloring up as she snorts dismissively. "You're the sun," Amalia parrots swiftly, as though it had been a schoolyard taunt rather than a compliment. "The sun sounds nice. I'm so cold." A shiver racks her body at this, as though her nerves have just now remembered to react to the chills. She's burning up, but she's too far gone to know that.
Tilting her chin down (up?) towards Finn, Amalia peers at him from beneath thick lashes, the coral flush still on her cheeks. "Can... can I share your blanket? I don't want the snow to get me."
This time it's less laugh and more scoff, her cheeks coloring up as she snorts dismissively. "You're the sun," Amalia parrots swiftly, as though it had been a schoolyard taunt rather than a compliment. "The sun sounds nice. I'm so cold." A shiver racks her body at this, as though her nerves have just now remembered to react to the chills. She's burning up, but she's too far gone to know that.
Tilting her chin down (up?) towards Finn, Amalia peers at him from beneath thick lashes, the coral flush still on her cheeks. "Can... can I share your blanket? I don't want the snow to get me."
shield of safrin
