Amalia
The arm around her shoulders is thoroughly unexpected, and thoroughly welcome at the same time. It is a comfort she didn't realize she so desperately craved, a simple gesture of camaraderie and friendship that Amalia has been starving for. Slowly, carefully, for just a moment, the Angel lets her head drop down onto Sera's shoulder in turn, a vulnerable child grateful for comfort in whatever form it will come. Then she straightens up again, the featherlight touch gone in a moment, and looks back at the sea.
If Amalia still had leopard ears they might have flicked back in brief annoyance as Sera announces she is going to be blunt. As it is the girl tenses in Sera's embrace, slowly relaxing as the Artificer continues explaining what she means. "I... guess that makes sense," the girl concedes, smiling crookedly at the water. "It's very different here. Back home I was a baker... now I don't really know what I am."
The offer to take her shopping garners a real laugh, Amalia blushing brightly and turning to face Seraphina, the wind pulling hair across her face. "I- you- you don't have to do that," comes the swift deflection, the not-Shield shaking her head. "I don't really... I'm not very good at being fun. And I'd hate to get you in trouble, distracting you from your work." A wry, rueful tone colors these words, the girl imagining Cian's frown if she were to go gallivanting through the market. Again.
If Amalia still had leopard ears they might have flicked back in brief annoyance as Sera announces she is going to be blunt. As it is the girl tenses in Sera's embrace, slowly relaxing as the Artificer continues explaining what she means. "I... guess that makes sense," the girl concedes, smiling crookedly at the water. "It's very different here. Back home I was a baker... now I don't really know what I am."
The offer to take her shopping garners a real laugh, Amalia blushing brightly and turning to face Seraphina, the wind pulling hair across her face. "I- you- you don't have to do that," comes the swift deflection, the not-Shield shaking her head. "I don't really... I'm not very good at being fun. And I'd hate to get you in trouble, distracting you from your work." A wry, rueful tone colors these words, the girl imagining Cian's frown if she were to go gallivanting through the market. Again.
