Amalia
the archangel
Amalia has become deeply skilled at passing unnoticed, a talent picked up in her youth and one she regularly employs living in the Tower. She leads Ronin through the labyrinthine hallways without garnering as much as a hello, a relief with so much on her mind.
The grin on Ronin's face isn't seen so much as heard, The not-Shield familiar enough with the Star to be able to match his tone to his expressions. Her own grimace is more uncertain, the humor in this situation eluding Amalia entirely. "How long will that take?" she wonders, turning on the corner to the hall that leads to her rooms. "I'll do all I can to help, buy with LongNight coming... It may not be enough."
The grin on Ronin's face isn't seen so much as heard, The not-Shield familiar enough with the Star to be able to match his tone to his expressions. Her own grimace is more uncertain, the humor in this situation eluding Amalia entirely. "How long will that take?" she wonders, turning on the corner to the hall that leads to her rooms. "I'll do all I can to help, buy with LongNight coming... It may not be enough."
she's just like the weather
can't hold her together
can't hold her together
