Amatista could never quite look puck in the eyes, it was far too much for her weak stomach and constitution. He smelled so much like blood, like gore and death. Being near him made her impossibly nervous. Even if he lost his memories, something screamed at her to stay away from him.
They would talk on occasion of course, but she simply couldn't look up at his face - almost as if afraid what she'd find there. Most often she'd look to the side of him, to the ground, or the nearest flowers to try and quell her nerves.
" P-Puck, how are you doing? The other's said you weren't looking so good? "
Of course the other's had had to tell her, she wasn't exactly in a position to see his face herself - not that she couldn't, but obviously she wouldn't and it wasn't subtle.
My entry for the contest "Dibuja a Celio" made by @//SFArgOficial
Since I love to draw interactions all I came to my mind was them cooking something delicious and regional
Sadly I didn't win TwT but at least I can post here my art as usual