skinny dipping in my mind

AmaLIa

shield of safrin

It is a strange thing to see the man half-bestial and yet so tender with his babe, like a wild thing might protect its cub. Even as confused as she is Amalia knows not to press further, that she is tempting danger as it is. Dropping her hand back to her lap, the girl pulls her legs beneath her, resisting the urge to tuck them against he chin and simply disappear.

Instead she looks between them once again, searching Ronin's blue eyes for some clarification before snapping back to the Lullaby. As Remi growls out his list of complaints Amalia bites her lip, hard, the accusations against Safrin piling up in dissonance with the Shield's love of the goddess whose name she bears. She could argue against it all easily - Ronin brought back to life, the promise of her protection tattooed on his skin, the gift of a child and her subsequent protection - but the says none of this.

Instead she inhales a shuddering breath, looking down at the blanket clenched between her hands. "Okay," the Shield exhales softly. "Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I didn't realize." She still doesn't fully understand, but she feels like she's made enough of a mess of things for now.

you can't choose what stays
and what fades away