Amalia
Amalia is relieved to see Oliver, as it saves her a trip. She'd intended to seek the blacksmith out as one of her last tasks before leaving, and so it is with a warm, tired smile that she greets him, their last awkward encounter feeling rather like it had been years before. Raising her hand up in a wave, she closes the last of the road between them before coming to a stop."Oliver. I'm glad I found you." Tilting her head towards a nearby stoop, Amalia takes a seat and waits to see if he will join. "I'm sorry... I meant to find you after the meeting, but I was busy." She stares at her hands, frowning slightly, worry lines deep in her expressive face. "I suppose you know I'll be leaving soon. I was hoping I could leave some of the water from Frey's Breath with you."
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
