... Just stay like this for a little longer. That's all.
[It speaks volumes that she keeps him here with her instead of turning away and casting him out. Years ago, Amelia hated having anyone see her in pain, even Michael who had already witnessed it firsthand. To show weakness was a type of failure, and failure meant pain, death, or both. It was something that the Witch King had engrained in her, a survival instinct.
She focuses on Gale's touch, his fingers through her hair, and the weight of him beneath her. His voice and kiss on her head draw her back to the present.
For a couple of seconds, she says nothing. When Amelia does speak up, her voice is quiet and serenely somber.]
When you grew your skills in magic... What was it like?
[An odd question; it's almost like redirection, but it had more purpose behind it, subtle as it was.]
no subject
[It speaks volumes that she keeps him here with her instead of turning away and casting him out. Years ago, Amelia hated having anyone see her in pain, even Michael who had already witnessed it firsthand. To show weakness was a type of failure, and failure meant pain, death, or both. It was something that the Witch King had engrained in her, a survival instinct.
She focuses on Gale's touch, his fingers through her hair, and the weight of him beneath her. His voice and kiss on her head draw her back to the present.
For a couple of seconds, she says nothing. When Amelia does speak up, her voice is quiet and serenely somber.]
When you grew your skills in magic... What was it like?
[An odd question; it's almost like redirection, but it had more purpose behind it, subtle as it was.]
Did it make you happy, Gale?