[Seasonal Event] Three is Company

Rory's hands are stabilizing, anchors for her ever-wayward mind. Looking up into Rory's eyes, Amalia cannot help but relax, some of the tension leaving her slender frame as she regards her constant friend. "No," she answers honestly, but it is with a short laugh and a wry smile, humor and sadness mixed within her face. Almost without thought she moves forward again, wrapping her arms back around his waist in a tight, ardent squeeze, a far more enthusiastic hug than the one she had given moments before. "But I'm better, now," she whispers into his neck, before releasing him and stepping away. Turning back to Jigano Amalia smiles, her face at last regaining some of its earnest color, though she is still a shadow of what she was. For a moment she is distracted by Isuma's attention, letting loose a soft laugh as the creature lands upon her shoulder. Jigano's fingers slip easily into her hand, and Amalia glances up wonderingly, amazed at how quickly she has gone from being alone to being part of them. It leaves her breathless; she can only smile, glancing shyly between the men before reaching up to scratch the gryphon between her shoulder blades. Amalia squeezes Jigano's hand before letting it fall away, her attention returning back to the gryphon whose need for attention seems without bound. "I can do a little carpentry?" she offers, looking at Rory with uncertainty once more rising in her face. Amalia is a baker, not a farmer, but she knows how to work hard. She takes a pair of gloves from Rory, smaller than many of the others, and wonders idly if they belong to his sister as she slips them onto her hands. "Just tell me what to do." a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there