+3 OOC: rambleeee
her mother’s comoforting words helped a bit, but what was really what helped was changing the subject… she’d been running from him all this time, denying the thoughts that she was ever in love… and she still wanted to deny that she was to this moment in love with him, but she was afraid she would be lying if she said she wasn’t… yet he did all that to her, how could she trust her heart if she let him hurt her so and still care so deeply for him? She doubted this was a question for she looked over her mother and nodded… yes Cambria stitched her up, and her mom was stubborn as all heck. She was sure the woman would live. She smiled at that thought, though it was still as sad smile.
That’s good. Cambria did a good job…how is everyone else doing? I haven’t gotten the chance to get out yet.
She admitted, she wanted to be around while Jazper was in such critical conditions so she didn’t have much time to idly talk she had to make sure the man lived. He would, which brought that small sense of pride in Amata that she would not let get too big.
How’s dad doing? He’s pampering you right?
She couldn’t help but give a less of a sad smile at that one because she knew that he already did such a thing for Savina even if she wasn’t injured. She wished she’d met a guy like her father, that way things would have been simpler, and she could trust him… her smile slipped again, thinking about the man and his false caring made her feel she’d done something bad to deserve all this. She tried to get her mind on something else, anything, and just focus on what was around her. She started telling herself again that she had a good life, she was back with her family, enjoying the time they all spent together, being able to use her knowledge, and know it worked. She made a difference here, and that’s all that mattered. Her mask seemed to be coming back again, though the words she spoke to her mother lingered. Oh if Amata had some kind of outlet to use her anger against she would, but she was not a violent woman so she didn’t think of anything… except for a run, but it was too late now and she had a visitor. She would get to hear more news about the family, though se lived right in the midst of them.
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