Amalia
the archangel
Truth be told, Amalia is relieved by the rescue, as well as by seeing Arialla well. Nodding eagerly at the request for tea, she strides ahead of the young priestess and toward the residential wing of the Temple. "Great- I have a room back here," the Shield explains. "If you want, we can start a pot going then sit in the gardens outside?"
If it's there, Amalia doesn't notice the disease on Arialla's face - or doesn't comment on it. That is, not until they've rounded a corner and escaped the milling throng, leaving it in favor of a quieter hallway where fewer mix and mingle. Only then does Amalia slow, turning back to the other woman. "Sorry- it can get, um, overwhelming. For me, at least." She shrugs, expression growing serious, concerned. "How... Are you okay? Gideon told me you were attacked..."
If it's there, Amalia doesn't notice the disease on Arialla's face - or doesn't comment on it. That is, not until they've rounded a corner and escaped the milling throng, leaving it in favor of a quieter hallway where fewer mix and mingle. Only then does Amalia slow, turning back to the other woman. "Sorry- it can get, um, overwhelming. For me, at least." She shrugs, expression growing serious, concerned. "How... Are you okay? Gideon told me you were attacked..."
she is calm in the storm
and anxious in the quiet
and anxious in the quiet
