we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
She watches as he shuffles through his things, the urge to help itching at her fingertips. Instead she busies her hands with the long end of her braid, running fingers idly through it as she waits for him to extract whatever it is he seeks. When he emerges holding papers and a pencil Amalia raises a brow; "Is this a test? I didn't study," she teases lightly, her smile belying the very real anxiety she feels.
Ah, but he wants to know about the jungle she explored with Remi and Ronin. A much easier question than she might have feared; exhaling slightly Amalia nods, mischief still bright in her eyes. "Sure- but. For the questions I answer, you have to answer one for me." Quickly she raises up a hand, to try to pause protests before she can clarify. "Nothing serious. And you don't- you don't have to. I just... there's a lot I still don't know."
Ah, but he wants to know about the jungle she explored with Remi and Ronin. A much easier question than she might have feared; exhaling slightly Amalia nods, mischief still bright in her eyes. "Sure- but. For the questions I answer, you have to answer one for me." Quickly she raises up a hand, to try to pause protests before she can clarify. "Nothing serious. And you don't- you don't have to. I just... there's a lot I still don't know."
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