make peace with your broken pieces
She describes the events of their trip to the Climb in all the detail she can recall, focusing on the way Tanau had suffered, the strange metal they extracted from his chest. The water that was given to them, the promise of safety from the heat. "Loren kept the metal," Amalia explains as they ride back on the cloud. "Maybe it can help, if we take it to the spring? While we're in Halo I can see him... see if he's well."
Never had there been an instance where Amalia would let him go alone. She listens to his planning, nodding seriously, thinking of her own affairs. "I should go to the Grounds. Check on things there. On Deimos." She bites her lip, suddenly anxious for the next step she must take. "I'll... I'll try to speak to Vi. Maybe he can guide us." If he speaks to her at all, she thinks, closing her eyes.
Again they open, and she turns to Ronin, her smile tired but resolute. "We can meet in Halo in two days. And then head to the Climb."
Never had there been an instance where Amalia would let him go alone. She listens to his planning, nodding seriously, thinking of her own affairs. "I should go to the Grounds. Check on things there. On Deimos." She bites her lip, suddenly anxious for the next step she must take. "I'll... I'll try to speak to Vi. Maybe he can guide us." If he speaks to her at all, she thinks, closing her eyes.
Again they open, and she turns to Ronin, her smile tired but resolute. "We can meet in Halo in two days. And then head to the Climb."
shield of safrin
