In a daze, Amalia heard a soft "click" by her ear, as if something had fallen to the ground, or perhaps the sharp heel of a shoe had struck the tile.
Suddenly, a cluster of silver hair entered her vision. The next moment, Amalia felt a soft cloth gently touch her eyes, absorbing the moist tears, leaving only a lingering shimmer in her eyes.
Astrid knelt on one knee, completely unfazed by the possible dust or glass shards on the ground.
Her skirt trailed behind her, the thin black stockings slightly revealing the flesh of her knees as they pressed against the tiles.
The woman remained silent, quietly holding the handkerchief, carefully wiping away the tears by Amalia's eyes, just as Livia had once wiped the oil from Amalia's lips.
Realizing what Astrid was doing, Amalia was momentarily stunned, then awkwardly turned her head away, her delicate nose sniffling slightly.
Seeing this, Astrid blinked a few times and slowly stood up.
