#( thread | amelia x greta 02 )

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who: amelia & greta ( @kingdomsandempires​ ) where: st. mungo’s when: like a day later

When Edgar let her into the room, Amelia found herself hesitating. She’d fought her way out of bed to go see her sister, but now that she was here, she found herself uncharacteristically nervous. Even after almost a full day’s sleep, she was still rattled from the attack and distinctly aware that her face looked like something that wasn’t her own, thick gauze covering half of it. Greta would be exhausted, she was sure, and she didn’t need her worrying about Amelia, not now. But she had to be there, had to see, and she steeled her shoulders and walked into the room, taking in the room with her remaining good eye. There was Greta, looking tired but happy, too. And then her gaze settled on the little bundle, and she was pretty sure that if it wasn’t for the bandages on her face and the potions muddling her mind, she would have actually cried.

Amelia didn’t like children; this was a well known fact. Children didn’t like Amelia either, usually, no matter their age or how much she tried to hide her discomfort around them. But she’d always made more of an effort with her nephew, and seeing her newborn niece now, Amelia knew that even if she wouldn’t ever be close to her until she was an adult, she would love this child fiercely. “Impeccable timing as always, G.” A small grin lit up her face, tone dry as she swallowed down the overwhelming emotions until they were something dull, manageable. “How are you feeling? Have you slept?” As she spoke, she made her way to the chair besides her bed, falling into it and unable to stop herself from leaning forwards. Merlin, she really must be exhausted and injured, if she was reacting so emotionally. “What name did you end up going with? Did Edgar cave and let you go Scottish again?”