Amalia
the shield of safrin
She's supremely grateful that he's standing and she's sitting, because otherwise she's confident that Finn would feel the awkwardness that washes off her in waves. And her attempts to clarify are swift and bumbling, a little higher pitched than normal as she strains to erase the slip of the tongue that stains the evening pink as a rose. "I- I just meant that you could stay here. If... if you wanted. The house is empty, except for me. But if you would prefer the Inn you should go there." Very very smooth, Amalia.
She wraps her hands around her ankles, sinking deeper against her knees. For another long moment the Shield is silent, taking in the lapping waves, the distant call of a Hel as it circles high above the cliffs. "Why are you doing this, Finn?" she asks at last, not turning back to look at the Spyglass. "Leaving your home, your job, coming to me- why?"
She wraps her hands around her ankles, sinking deeper against her knees. For another long moment the Shield is silent, taking in the lapping waves, the distant call of a Hel as it circles high above the cliffs. "Why are you doing this, Finn?" she asks at last, not turning back to look at the Spyglass. "Leaving your home, your job, coming to me- why?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
