[SE] for a moment I forget to worry

A m a l i a "Oh!" Phoebe, of course, the lovely girl who had given her a flower wreath and helped her decorate. "She helped make the banner for the stall." She gestures to the vibrant sign that hangs above their heads, painstakingly decorated by kind and artful hands. The young midwife had not told her much about her life, but it was heartening to know that at least these two had found some happiness in a difficult time. Leaning her head on her hands, Amalia listens intently to the boy, nodding sympathetically at appropriate times. Likely the worst person to discuss romance with, the baker nonetheless does her best, trying to act the impartial judge as Emmett shares his turmoil. "Sounds like he's worried about her.". She tilts her head thoughtfully, playing with a lock of hair. "What was the fight about?" She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine