made to find you

Amalia

the shield of safrin

Amalia releases Kiada reluctantly, heart still aching for the Harpy, wishful that she had some ability to wipe the pain away. All she can do is offer herself as a bulwark against the dark, a shield to future hardship, a place to hide when the lights go out.

And t seems that even in these dark times Kiada has found herself some light. Smiling at the flush that covers pale cheeks, the baker leans in against the counter, her dough abandoned for the time being in favor of story time. "Dei says he's a leopard as well," she comments, raising an eyebrow and allowing her ears to shift to rounded, feline shape. "A sign of good character if you ask me."

Turning out her bread dough onto the counter, Amalia begins to knead. There's comfort in the rhythmic motion, the muscle memory ingrained so deep into her soul. "And what is he doing now? Still working with animals?"

you are slowly growing

but you are still growing

and that is enough