i'll follow you into the dark

Amalia

the shield of safrin

she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions

She's still blushing furiously when she turns back, and she can't help the way her eyes dart down to the towel that's now around his waist. She'd be a liar if she denied any interest, lonely and untouched as she's been, but this is her friend and Remi's husband and no, Amalia, no.

Shaking the damp off her body she looks back up to meet his grin. The blush only deepens with the open declaration of his intentions for what will happen when Remi is awake, though her smile falters for a moment, eyes darting down again.

And back up.

"I- you- yeah. Of course." She's ready to step back and leave him, but his hand is on her cheek. There's no way he can know what he's doing but he has to, right? Her heart is beating faster than it should, a roar of emotions in her ears. Envy for the love he shares with Remi, loneliness, desire---

Amalia steps back, clearing her throat, now looking down to stare quite studiously at the canteen.

"I'd be a liar if I said I didn't think about it," she admits softly, glancing away and pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "But you know I'd do anything for Remi. And... and I'll be better soon, once we get to the hot springs."

even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely