we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
She looks down to her own empty cup, thinking about the offer Gideon made when they first met, about seeing the city with such a guide. "That would be nice," Amalia agrees, her lips quirking into a wry, crooked smile. "Though I'm not sure Gideon would be thrilled to see me- we parted on awkward terms, last time we met." Discussions of genocide, differences of opinion, and then a strange man who dressed oddly- it had been an interesting set of encounters, to say the least.
She catches the blush on the Spyglass's cheeks, her own expression fading in reply. Reaching up to run a finger through a stray lock of hair, Amalia shrugs in return, her own smile subdued and strained. "Neither am I," she replies softly, bitterness flickering over her face. "Even my marriage-"
The whistle of the kettle saves her from falling further down that path, Amalia swiftly gathering herself and retreating to fetch the boiling pot. She takes more time than she strictly needs, pouring the water into a pot of aromatic leaves, her eyes closed and her knuckles white as she clings to the metal and tries to collect herself. When she returns to the counter a minute later her expression is mild, her gaze closed off. Wordlessly she collects Finn's cup, filling it with dark, hot tea.
She catches the blush on the Spyglass's cheeks, her own expression fading in reply. Reaching up to run a finger through a stray lock of hair, Amalia shrugs in return, her own smile subdued and strained. "Neither am I," she replies softly, bitterness flickering over her face. "Even my marriage-"
The whistle of the kettle saves her from falling further down that path, Amalia swiftly gathering herself and retreating to fetch the boiling pot. She takes more time than she strictly needs, pouring the water into a pot of aromatic leaves, her eyes closed and her knuckles white as she clings to the metal and tries to collect herself. When she returns to the counter a minute later her expression is mild, her gaze closed off. Wordlessly she collects Finn's cup, filling it with dark, hot tea.
Amalia
