this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
"Being brave doesn't mean you aren't scared." Amalia continues to hold him, though her eyes now move around the room, mind reaching out for Jyoti and Astra. It's so hot, and she feels like she's melting, disappearing again into the madness of his mind. "Being brave and being scared... they're the same thing, really. But when you're brave it means you're bigger than your fear. That even though you're scared, you keep moving forward."
They need the water. She needs his help, his magic, his sanity. Amalia lets her eyes fall closed, only opening them as he moves and she releases him - just enough that he can adjust his body, still easily in reach. She still remembers the fire, and though she can feel her barrier upon him she doesn't trust the Firebrand not to do something stupid again.
It's hard to make sense of his words sometimes, but one thing clicks in her head. "Frey?" the Shield asks, raising an eyebrow. She's heard rumors that the god had changed. "Was it a good talk? Did they tell you anything about the... the thing you found, in the Climb?"
They need the water. She needs his help, his magic, his sanity. Amalia lets her eyes fall closed, only opening them as he moves and she releases him - just enough that he can adjust his body, still easily in reach. She still remembers the fire, and though she can feel her barrier upon him she doesn't trust the Firebrand not to do something stupid again.
It's hard to make sense of his words sometimes, but one thing clicks in her head. "Frey?" the Shield asks, raising an eyebrow. She's heard rumors that the god had changed. "Was it a good talk? Did they tell you anything about the... the thing you found, in the Climb?"
