(1867-11-29) Sisters Catching Up
Sisters Catching Up
Summary: A variety of topics are broached, like masques and the current plague, when a princess in armor elects to visit her sister who helps out as a healer in the city of Rovilon.
Date: 29/11-12/12/2016 (Date of play)
Related: None directly
Players:
Antonia  Amara  

Healer’s Den - Somewhere in Rovilon - Couviere
In the scene
Novembre 29th, 1867

There certainly have been better times in the Capital of Couviere, with the current bane of the plague holding the kingdom in its firm grasp. The plague seemed to hit regardless of station, and had already claimed a number of casualties, from highest nobility to the lowliest beggars. Some nobility had decided to keep to the palace, and Princess Antonia l’Valdan was certainly one of them - she so far being completely unaffected and in her best health. Her concern being her son, of course, Lord Etienne l’Valdan, a young boy of barely eleven years of age. Time spent at the palace tended to stretch on endlessly, and so far the wife of Prince Silvio had been whiling away the time with regular sword practice and training of her son. Life at the palace threatened her temper, in such a way that she prowled the hallways with the ever present ghost of irritation on her features. And it only happened rarely that she would venture outside. Such as today, when she had decided to pay her sister Amara a visit, and the fact that her sister helped with tending to those affected by the plague required Antonia to leave the palace. She did so attired in her armor and the pin that marked her as member of Queen Louisa’s Falcons, and armed with a sword hanging down at her side, folllowed by a small retinue of guards as her station would require.

Antonia certainly knows where to look for Lady Amara t’Tremaine, fact is, she has a pair of guards watching over her little sister’s safety.

—-

Even without the guards, locating Amara would not have been a difficult feat as once the plague had started claiming its first victims, Amara had availed herself to help the local healers den. Much as she had in Ostvor after the tornado had torn a path of destruction through the city. The plague was proving to be far more deadly with the death toll rising all over the Edge, with the poor often suffering higher numbers. The guards set to keep watch over Amara had seen upfront the toll the plague took upon people, and to what lengths some would go to get help from the healers. For early on, they had been needed to help deal with several scuffles.

Upon arrival to the clinic, Antonia had been greeted with the respect due her station. Though once it was clear she was not there seeking aid but for her sister, she had been respectfully directed to a small room to await Amara. The room itself was sparse with but a bed, a small table and chair. Indications of a recent cleaning were clear as well.

It did not take long before Amara appeared at the doorway, “Sister..Antonia..Your Highness..” Tripping over the right address a bit tiredly upon seeing the accompanying retinue to her sister and Princess. “Why have you come? Is everyone alright?” Her words perhaps a touch muffled behind the plague mask worn, even as worry touches her words and her eyes seek the standard signs of symptoms within her sister. Thankfully finding none.

—-

“Sister.”, Antonia responds, both in greeting and clarification of her address. “I am here because I wished to see for myself how you are faring.” She frowns ever so slightly, taking a step closer towards Amara, regarding that plague mask as if attempting to penetrate it with the gaze of her grey eyes. “Etienne is well enough, and Silvio as well…”, the l’Valdan by marriage clarifies. “Don’t worry about them, they should be safe… While you are out here, exposing yourself to the dangerous proximity to the sick and dying…. Amara! I understand your reasons for doing this… But I am worried… and I miss you.” Her own cheeks show off the slight rosiness of a healthy complexion, and there is indeed not the slightest sign of the sickness to be seen on her.

“Do you have a bit of time to spare?”, Antonia asks, then, lifting a brow, a faint urgency in her tone. “I think a moment of pause may do you good, and I feel we haven’t talked in ages. Now that I’ve dared to venture outside of the Palace, I’d prefer to use the opportunity… and spend a moment here with you. What is the current situation? How many casualties are there? Do you get enough sleep? And do you get enough to eat?”

—-

It could be a startling thing to see, the plague mask, with how it covered most of her face. The strange avian features to it with that long almost beak like nose and the odd lenses for eyes. A far more frightful thing then those worn at the Masque that now seems so distantly past. As Antonia stepped closer, she could see how the straps held the thing to her sister’s head and pressed into that blonde hair. She relaxes some in hearing that Antonia’s family is alright. “Good, I feared when they said you had come. They and you are important. “ She shakes her head slightly,”I risk no more than any other healer does, Sister. You know I have never been good with a sword, this I can do though. It is where I can help, I am sorry if it worries you. “

The masked Amara nods,”I do have some time.” Only then does a hand reach and see the straps unbuckled allowing the mask to come away and show the pale features beneath. “It has been awhile since we have talked on much. Everything has been so busy, I had not had time to even tell you I am to be a Songbird now. Though I suppose you have already heard.” Even if the plague has put a bit of a pause on most duties and lessons for the new position. “The current situation is not good, Ani. I do not know the extent of the casualties suffered but even here I see more die each day. And I hear the master healers speak that the others are no better and there are some where it is worse, especially in other areas of Couviere where there are not many supplies. Even here, I fear we are running low of the herbs and medicines that seem to have any effect. “

A tired smile comes,”I do not think any of us get enough sleep,” the tiredness showing in Amara's features speak the truth of that,” but we do try. And they do ensure everyone takes breaks and eats enough. Even if I am not hungry, I make sure to eat a few bites.”

—-

Motivations of wearing masks can differ, and so do reactions upon seeing them. The slight tension in Antonia's bearing is unmistakeable, as she approaches, her grey eyes lingering on her sister who can merely be recognized by her familiar physique and the tone of her voice. "So are you," her older sister counters. "Important. To me, and to Elrick and our parents." A pause. "To Etienne." She nods, her demeanor thoughtful as she allows her eyes to wander about the room, as if taking in the interior may help her comprehend the daily chores of Amara. "Good," this said to the statement that her sister has indeed a moment, and grey eyes sweep back to Amara when she removes the mask.

A relieved sigh escapes Antonia, her gaze alighting when she sees the features of her sister, before a bit of concern touches her own face. "You look tired, Amara." And she fidgets with a gauntlet, removing it, to reach out and touch her fingers against Amara's cheek. "And aye, I've heard.", she adds with a bit of pride showing in her expression. "A Songbird, who will learn to play the courtly games of politics soon enough." Saying that much, before Antonia withdraws her hand and a shadow falls over her mien. "This plague seems to be our worst enemy at the moment," she declares flatly. "And realizing this, I suddenly feel bad about not doing more… Is there anything that can be done? These herbs and medicines you speak of…? They are probably sought after all over the Edge right now."

—-

“Yes,” agrees Amara, hard to disagree upon that point with how beaten a particular knight had become simply for wearing her favor,”to you and our parents, our brother. But not to the Kingdom.” The room truly was a stark contrast to how rooms and life at the Palace were being more utilitarian. Even being bare of a basic wash basin. If anything, it may well offer clue to how simple and bland daily life for Amara, least in setting. Even her dress is quite basic and simple, their mother would not approve!

Amara smiles softly as that touch is made to her cheek,”I am tired, Ani. It is not easy work. Especially to witness so much suffering.” Her eyes shifted downwards as the smile faded away. She had always been a bit soft hearted. “I am glad I have been able to help, even if not as much as any of us would wish.” To many had died despite their efforts.

Her gaze shifts back up and the gloom is pushed back some at the turn in topic,”I can only hope I shall manage to learn, and do not disappoint or embarrass mother and father. Especially during the singing lessons to come, I sometimes have dreams that when time comes to begin them, that when I open my mouth nothing will come. Not so much as a squeak. “ Amara sighs and shakes her head. A simple fear when facing a deadly plague on a daily basis. “It is our worst enemy, it has hit with so little warning and does not give care to whom it attacks. “ A hand raising to her sister’s arm, even if armor is all that can be touched the motion is still made,”There is not more you could have known to do. And yes, they are sought by everyone and there are only one or two places which they can be found. Which is why the supply is running out, I have heard them,” the master healers,”speak of new supplies not being easy to come by or even likely. They have been having us try other options, but they do not work so well and the results….” Amara glances towards the door before back to her sister,”….I fear we are going to start losing more for it.”

—-

"That is not true!", Antonia disagrees vehemently, when Amara doubts her importance to the kingdom. "You do matter, and especially what you are doing here, matters such a great deal. It is once again proof of your compassionate soul." Her eyes widen when she hears her younger sister's admission of being tired indeed. "I… you'll do fine, I am sure. You can carry a tune, and that is more than I would ever manage. In regards to singing. And honestly, after facing this, how can you worry about such a trifle as… singing lessons?" The chuckle that follows comes out a little forced, in the attempt to cheer Amara up a little, despite the current trials imposed on Couviere by the plague. She nods then, hearing what Amara has to say about the situation.

"I understand," the l'Valdan princess intones. Two words that express her own helplessness. "One above…! There must be a way…" Words trail off and so do her thoughts, as she pulls her little sister into an embrace. "Believe me, my sleep is currently hampered with worry about you. I pray to the One to end this, before it will claim all your strength, and even your health." Arms fall away from the younger t'Tremaine, as Antonia gives her free, locking her grey gaze with the eyes of her sister. "How ironic that this plague should hit us shortly after the Twin Moons Masque… As if we had been granted that last moment to enjoy ourselves… We haven't seen too much of each other while we were still in Lonnaire. But I trust you had a good time there?"

—-

Amara's eyes shift as she gives her sister something of a 'seriously' look, when there is a disagreement on her importance to the kingdom. "What I am doing is important, but I am certainly no t'Andalucci when it comes to healing. " Just giving a small shake of her head and not pressing the matter further. She was no l'Valdan either! She nods,"I can carry a bit of a tune, mother saw to that. But the Dowager Queen herself gives the lessons. Most other things I'll just kind of mix in and not be so noticeable, but with lessons…There will be no hiding along." Her features do take on a sheepish turn when how trifling the worry might be in the grand scheme of things. "It gives me something else to think on is all. Something that will be there when this is all done and past."

"Everything that is possible is being done, and tried. Including plenty of praying to the One for His guidance and aid to see us through this all." Trying to offer some comfort, even if the situation seemed rather bleak all around. She easily returns the embrace. "Everything will turn out as it should. And I will be fine, even if the work is tiring. I may not be a knight like your or Elrick, but I have strength left. I will be alright, Ani, I promise." Her own arms falling away as her eyes end up locked in that gaze. "It does seem a little ironic. But yes, I did have quite a good time. The masque was all the splendor I had heard them to be and more. I am not sure words could ever truly do justice to it. Do the l’Saigner really go to such lengths every time?" There had been so much food and drinks! "And what of you? Did you enjoy your time there?"

—-

"Ah… I see," Antonia says, when Amara stresses her nervousness being rooted in the fear of not being able to hide, when she would receive singing lessons from the Dowager Queen. "You will learn to trust in your voice, as I have learned to trust into my sword fighting skills. A voice can be trained, and whatever it takes to improve it shall be done.", she states with a confidence, unfaltering in her belief that drilling the right pitch and phrasing into the performance of a song will always lead to success. "We t'Tremaines are stubborn, we are willing to fight for our goals. I'm certain you will reach yours."

"I'm glad you had a good time there, it may be a nice memory to indulge in, if you need a distraction from current unpleasantness.", the older sister opines then, warmth entering her expression. "I… well I enjoyed myself, but not as much as I would have, if Silvio had been around." A nod then, to the question about l'Saigner Masques in general. "To be honest, I only attend them now and then. My first… when I was seventeen." Before she got married.

—-

Amara nods slowly to her sister's words, a finger slightly toying with one of the straps upon that plague mask. "Yes, I have seen quite a bit of stubbornness in us. Maybe I will manage my goal." If maybe she could sort out which were hers and which were really more their mother's goals for her.

"Yes, I…do have some good memories from the masque." A hint of color actually rising into Amara's cheeks as some memory or another surfaces unbidden. "Maybe best not to indulge in memories except during the breaks I am given. It is best to focus when on rounds. " Amara nods her head,"Hopefully he will be able to attend when you might go again." There is a slight hesitation before she asks,"Did you enjoy that first one or was it just all so much to take in, that first time?" Amara taking some care to be a bit vague.

—-

That blush is noted, grey eyes of Antonia alighting before her expression clouds slightly, as if the admission of some frivolous memories of the maque belatedly reminded her of a certain admirer; an admirer none of Amara’s family approves of. “I agree,” the l’Valdan princess by marriage remarks to Amara’s strategy of indulging in those memories only in moments of leisure. “And yes, I believe Silvio might make it next time.” But in truth, what did they know about how things would be at the time of the Lonnaire Masque, which is less than a year away.

Antonia looks a bit thoughtful when she regards her younger sister, pondering perhaps whether she should have taken measures to protect Amara - but then again, such would not have reflected the spirit of the festivity at all. Amara’s question, however, deserves a reply. “Yes. I did enjoy it. Very much.”, she admits about the first masque she attended. Lips twitch into a smile, and her gaze goes distant for a moment, as she indulges in her own memory. “And I found it overwhelming at the same time.” Air leaves her lips and they curve even more, grey eyes glittering even a bit as they re-focus on Amara t’Tremaine. “It was… shortly before my betrothal was announced, before father informed me of my fate.”

—-

The blush does not linger long upon Amara's pale cheeks. She gives her sister a bit of a smile as the agreement is given. And in perhaps seeing the shift within her sister's expression, Amara really does seek to offer anything further on the matter of indulging in memories. "Yes, hopefully he will be able." Quite so, they could not know where things stood a next time a Masque came about, or if another might even be held.

Amara studies her sister a little in return as Antonia seems to indulge in memories herself. "It was a bit overwhelming…there was just so much to take in. And the designs within some of the costumes. People must have spent months planning on them and the designers." If not the entire year from the last one! "Oh." Comes the response to that revelation. Amara having been quite young when..well pretty much most things happened with her elder siblings.

—-

Antonia nods to Amara’s hopeful remark about next year’s masque, and then chuckles at the comment about the costumes. “Yes, so colorful, and so diverse,” she agrees. “And even I was dressed as I rarely do… you know I prefer more functional attire, when I am able to choose.” Which at a masque, she obviously was not. “The planning, in my case was left to…”, she says the name of a well-known tailor, who would often see to enhance the wardrobe of the Royals. “And I merely offered the suggestion of the theme…” This topic indeed holding less potential for awkwardness as the other. Which so adequately commented with an “Oh” from her little sister. “Yes, you were so young back then…” With Antonia being the eldest sibling, and Elrick being the middle one, this would be a fact not all would be aware of. “But… as you already may suspect, this first masque left a deep impression, and I shall always remember it as the first time I was confronted with such sort of diversion.”

Maybe it just feels nice to speak of anything else but the sombre topic of the ever present plague, or maybe Antonia does indeed indulge in the memory. A faint pinkening of her cheeks there suggesting at least some sort of occurrence that stayed at the masque, that happened so many years ago.

—-

"Oh, yes, I know well how you do prefer your functional attire." Amara's eyes shifting to that armor worn. All the shiny, shiny plate! "But is that not part of the point of the masque? To be something not quite ourselves? Even if just in the costumes. " Some little bit remembered from the event,"Though I do think I remember a few wearing armor of one kind or another. Do you think they were maybe not knights in truth?" It had certainly not been a thing Amara had been any good at, guessing who might have been behind what masque. She hadn't known to many who were going, least not personally.

Amara gives a nod, she had been young back then. The youngest of the three t'Tremaine siblings had really grown up with her elder siblings not around much. And left to their mother's influence, for better or worse. She makes note of that bit of pink appearing in her older sister's cheeks. "Yes, I do see that it did leave an impression upon you. And not an all to unpleasant one at that." The idea an interesting one for Amara to contemplate, she'd really not seen that side of her sister, having mostly known her as a married woman.

—-

“Those were anything but knights, I’d wager,” Antonia replies about the people that wore armor at the masque, with a wry smile. “And truth be told… In my first years at court I felt often as if I were wearing a costume, the fine dresses, and the like.” Grey eyes go distant for a moment, and her lips curve in a thoughtful smile. “As for that masque…” She catches the odd glance Amara gives her, and Antonia becomes aware of her own pinkened cheeks. “Oh. Yes. It was quite memorable.” She coughs and shakes her head. “Even if it feels like it was ages ago, before I… had to discard my training to become a knight; before I became what I am today. The wife of a prince, and the mother of his son. A knight finally, as well…” Words trail off and she glances towards Amara, gauging her expression.

“Your encounter at the masque that makes you blush… I hope he did not speak with a Rivana accent?” The question comes suddenly, when the older sister decides it is time to turn the focus back on her younger sister. Her grey gaze still settled on Amara, Antonia all attentive and somewhat dreading the reply.

—-

“Yes, you are probably quite right. That they were not knights at all.” Amara hesitates as she fiddles with the straps on her mask. “I do not know if it is like wearing a costume, but I do feel like I do not belong amongst those at Court. Most definitely not amongst the other Songbirds. They have been here for years more. And have much finer dresses.” Not a thing she dares mention to her mother! The shopping spree that would follow…and cannot be afforded. “The path simply diverted for a time to gain your spurs in full, but it is a testament, is it not, to your skill to have been able to earn them yet? And your dedication to the ideals of a knight even if it took longer to gain the title proper?”

Amara's eyes blink when that question comes so quickly and a blush rises unbidden within her cheeks. The blush doing well to add color to her pale and tired features. With the attention focused upon her, Amara’s gaze does shift away from her sister, especially as she murmurs the answer that her sister dreads so,”There was some turn of Rivanian to his accent….It is not like I think to marry him, Ani.”

—-

Costumes, fake knights and songbirds can be quite the interesting topic, and Antonia seems inclined to give an immediate interjection, her lips already parting as she draws a breath before adding another comment - most likely to offer Amara some help with her wardrobe. But then that blush rises on Amara's cheeks, that blush in itself reply enough to Antonia's inquiry. And the way Amara looks away now, evading her gaze, as she admits Antonia's suspicion to be true.

The smile fades instantly from Antonia's features and she straightens, drawing a deep breath. "So it's true… You and he, hmm? That irritating Giraldi Southerner?", she spits out in a low hiss, her lips pressing together then as they form a line. "Not marry him?", she echoes, louder now, when disappointment at a deed that seems evident but has yet to be confessed fully invades the demeanor of the l'Valdan princess. Irritation rises in Antonia and she starts pacing about the room, as she tries to digest this. Amara can tell Antonia is enraged, a natural reaction considering the old grudge any t'Tremaines hold against Rivanean nobility. And in this Antonia has always stayed a t'Tremaine. With anger boiling within her, she seems at least to keep any further words from spilling from her mouth. Until she has somewhat regained her composure.

"So." Antonia comes to a halt, turning to face her younger sister, her tone outwardly cold and calm even if her grey eyes are burning with the flame of indignation. "You don't think to marry Lord Leander Giraldi? But you…" Corners of her lips twitch downwards, "enjoyed yourself with him at the Masque…? It must have been him, I can't imagine you being so foolish, with any other Southerner."

—-

The change in her sister’s demeanor and mood is impossible to miss and ignore. Especially as the reaction begins with that spitting hiss, something that causes Amara to shrink away from her sister. She does not offer up anything additional as Antonia start to pace, the sound of her footsteps and clank of armor the only sounds for awhile. For Amara does not wish to risk further enraging her sister on the matter, simply toying with that mask in her lap. She could have lied…but to what end? She was never any good at it.

But then the anger look is settling upon her, the calm and rather icy words do have Amara looking to her sister again. “Yes, I enjoyed some time with Lord Leander at the masque. It was…pleasant to actually have a chance to spend a few moments alone with him.” There was no denying the time had been spent together, certainly not now. “Would you care so much if my time had been spent with a Pacittian merchant Lord’s son instead? As that is what he feels like. He just doesn’t feel like a Southern, not like one of those Haldris or Greycen.” Amara making the faintest of faces at the thought of one of those. “Was it really so foolish to spend time with someone at the masque, you admitted to doing so yourself your first time.”

There is a slight sigh and a hand moves that plague mask about with its avian features,”Of course I don’t think to marry him, Ani…Him or any other I might come to have interest in. I shall marry whomever father designs shall be for the best interests of our House. Just as you did, just as Erick shall do as well. I am not so foolish to think otherwise.”

—-

Grey eyes flash with a cold fire, even so Antonia's ire seems to be somewhat contained, as she is not yelling, but rather speaking with a forced calm. Even so, she cannot help but draw a deep breath when Amara confesses the identity of her diverting masque encounter. Nostrils flare, as Antonia's gaze becomes distant, pacing steps coming to a halt as her arms cross before her. As she allows herself a moment to digest the words of her sister. A line appears between her brows. "Yes… A fine family that is, Pacitta merchants that have been awarded a Rivanean title… But yes of course, considering Pacitta once belonged to Couviere… Yes, I do follow your reasoning there.", the l'Valdan muses. "What happens at the masque, stays at the masque…" Allowing that much as well, before her eyes lift and meet Amara's gaze as she steps before her, with arms still crossed. "I'd wager that you and he planned this encounter though… which speaks for a bit of calculation on the parts of you both. Very well, Amara." Dipping her head in a brief series of nods, Antonia purses her lips. "Of course. Any encounter at the masque is somewhat sanctioned by the l'Saigner masque rules. So I'd say, you two had your one moment you wished for. Outside of the masque though… If I catch you with him in any somewhat compromising constellation, I'll have to challenge him. And I believe, Elrick will do the same."

—-

Even the forced calm is enough to cause Amara to keep a bit withdrawn from her sister. For even if it is a calm front that Antonia is maintaining, Amara can see that look in her sister's eyes and sense the wrath that is yet contained. Maybe just a hint of relief coming when her logic is seen by Antonia. The younger t’Tremaine manages to give a nod of her head when Antonia speaks of how what happens at the masque, stays at the masque. Amara hesitates before she does finally nod and admit,"Yes, there was some planning so we might have some chance to see each other there." It is not denied. But there had always been a chance they would not cross paths even then. Not with so many others being there (it was the must attend social event of the year), and their costume pairing was not exactly original. "As I would expect you to do any you found me with in a compromising way. Besides, you know that if Elrick found me with him, without my guards, he'd do more than simply challenge him. And the One only knows what father would do." She had not been blind to how her family had rather dogpiled onto Leander during the tourney they had held, and all he had done was wear her favor! "Not that Lord Leander would ever think to treat me in such a way that would risk such a need. And truly, Ani, just how often do you think I even see him? The masque is the only time I have seen him outside of tournaments. And those are what, four, maybe five times in a year? And now that I am a lady-in-waiting to the Doweger Queen, who is to say I shall even be able to attend any of them?"

—-

Lips press firmly together as Antonia inclines her head in a curt nod, when Amara admits to have been planning this encounter with Leander Giraldi. And she listens when Amara continues, grey eyes lifting to meet her gaze. "I won't say I'm thrilled. And I am glad that at least for now there is little chance of him seeing you again, with him in Rivana and us here." Her lips curve into a faint smile. "As for you attending tournaments… This will be up to the Dowager Queen, of course. But I would hardly think she would keep you and the other Songbirds from demonstrating presence at such courtly functions.", the l'Valdan princess dares to opine. "As for future tournaments… Even the most recent one in Pacitta was poorly attended, or so I hear. With the current plague, even I have refused to leave Rovilon to compete there. But, by the One, I can only hope that the plague will leave enough contestants to carry through with the circuit."

—-

“I was surprised that they yet held the tournament. Especially if half the rumors of how hard hit Pacitta is are true. It is good you did not risk yourself to attend, though I have heard the same wisdom was not shared by our brother.” Amara frowns,”Though perhaps it is just rumor he went, for if he and father have locked down Hartwood as it is said to be surely he would not have traveled himself like that.” Quite easily allowing talk of Leander to just fade away. Amara sighs softly,”I think that is the least of the worries, Ani. We need people enough to make it through to see to planting crops or making goods first. I hope for that first. Though as I speak of that hope, I best get back to help and see what I can do to help realize that hope.” Amara finally moving to stand to her feet as well. “It was good to see you, your visit has brightened my day, Ani.” Even with that one topic they may disagree upon a bit covered.

—-

A low snort of a chuckle escapes Antonia, carrying fondness for Elrick as well as a hint of resignation. "Ah, we know Elrick. He may have thought it a good idea to demonstrate t'Tremaine stubbornness," she says, with a slight shake of her head. "Tidings travel much slower when borders are closing down and even smaller baronies, such as Hartwood bar any disease to be brought in, while also keeping news from spilling out." Allowing the other topic to rest, even if it is hardly forgotten, the older sister agrees, "Yes. You should return to your chores, and I will… return to the Palace. Just promise me…" And here Antonia's arms come forth, catching her younger sister in a warm sisterly hug. "Just promise me, that you will stay strong and not catch the plague. I could try to talk you out of this…", she murmurs, as she releases her sister from the hold, grey eyes locking with Amara's. " But I know you are too stubborn and would counter my efforts with your reasoning of giving a good example to the people."

Antonia smiles faintly. "I am glad though, that I came here for a visit. Etienne asked me to tell you that he misses you." And with that positive thought lingering, the armored princess offers a last smile to Amara t'Tremaine, before she turns to leave.

—-

Amara did listen to her sister's words on matters of the traveling of news and tidings, Amara had little experience with these larger matters with having spent most all of her life in Hartwood. "I do pray his display of stubbornness did not endanger him and he remains safe. If he did end up going." Considering what risk her brother would have taken in going. Drawn from that thought path when Antonia catches her up in the hug,"I will stay strong, Ani." Making no promise on the other, for she had seen well that there did not seem way to ensure one did not get ill. Amara returns the hug warmly, least as warmly as one can hug someone in plate! "Just as you could counter any reasoning on why you should not rush off to a battle. This is my battlefield, Ani."

Amara smiles tiredly, "Do tell Etienne that I miss him as well." Her hands moving the straps on her mask as Antonia starts to leave, waiting til her sister has departed before putting that odd mask back on and moving back into the wards to continue to help in what ways she can.

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