& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
The easy intimacy they share in light of all that happened is both reassuring to Amalia, and a reminder of what she has given up, what she doesn't have. What she never had - for as much as she loved Deimos, the Shield knows that her affection was nothing like this. The all-encompassing, orbiting, unfailing adoration that the Star and the Lullaby share isn't something Amalia has felt, nor knows if she is capable of.
She returns from her thoughts with an embarrassed smile, looking away from the obvious displays of affection and reaching for Jyoti's soothing light. The change in topic is helpful, grounding; "I didn't," she admits, cringing a little. "I tried to get it from him, but he said... that Frey said it was inside of him? Which, honestly, knowing him..." She shrugs, looking back to meet Remi's grin with her own wry smirk. "Maybe he'll be more helpful when he's healed. I agree, though- we should bring the metal here."
She returns from her thoughts with an embarrassed smile, looking away from the obvious displays of affection and reaching for Jyoti's soothing light. The change in topic is helpful, grounding; "I didn't," she admits, cringing a little. "I tried to get it from him, but he said... that Frey said it was inside of him? Which, honestly, knowing him..." She shrugs, looking back to meet Remi's grin with her own wry smirk. "Maybe he'll be more helpful when he's healed. I agree, though- we should bring the metal here."
you've been holding on a long time
