we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
The discomfort that crosses over his face isn't missed this time, Amalia's enthusiasm dimming to confused unease as he glances away. She schools herself, though, saying nothing, letting him to his thoughts as much as she desperately wants to pry. Overthinking has ever been her downfall, and it is a habit she now tries valiantly to break. Which is not to say she succeeds very often, but an effort must be made.
She smiles as he accepts her invitation, though the brightness is somewhat more subdued than before. Rising, Amalia gathers her own things, the small black doll hanging between her fingers as she turns back to Finn. "Only as long as you're comfortable," she clarifies gently, tilting her head. "If you have work to get to feel free to leave- I won't be upset, I promise."
The path to her room is down the hall and up a flight of stairs. Amalia leads the the way somewhat uncertainly, the long corridors and various doors still somewhat unfamiliar. "Huh... I guess it was," she replies to Finn, realizing she has indeed spent her owed question on the invitation. Slender shoulders shrug beneath the backless top; she glances towards the Spyglass, expression wry. "Your turn, then."
She smiles as he accepts her invitation, though the brightness is somewhat more subdued than before. Rising, Amalia gathers her own things, the small black doll hanging between her fingers as she turns back to Finn. "Only as long as you're comfortable," she clarifies gently, tilting her head. "If you have work to get to feel free to leave- I won't be upset, I promise."
The path to her room is down the hall and up a flight of stairs. Amalia leads the the way somewhat uncertainly, the long corridors and various doors still somewhat unfamiliar. "Huh... I guess it was," she replies to Finn, realizing she has indeed spent her owed question on the invitation. Slender shoulders shrug beneath the backless top; she glances towards the Spyglass, expression wry. "Your turn, then."
Amalia
