Amas is sitting at the table drinking tea with breakfast and reading a book.

seemingly out of thin air, Amas hears a voice across from him at the table. "What're yah learning today? I've never wrote a book about the everyday applications of daggers, so I'll assume it's something else slightly more academic than I can keep up with." Amas would look up to see Sigrun sitting across from him with a small helping of food that he seems to have already ate about half of before even sitting down. Amas would notice he's not really looking up at him, instead focusing on a random spot on the table. He looks. . tired, for lack of a better explanation. Sigrun had been somewhat scarce yesterday, and today had been no different up till now.

Amas' shoulders jump a bit at Sigrun's voice. He looks up with a small smile at the man, tucking his hair behind one ear. Turning the book over so he can bookmark the page while laying it on the table, he laughs lightly "I'm reading up on fertility plants and midwifery that Lolli gave me. Though, I couldn't imagine a more qualified person to write on the applications of daggers than you. I would certainly read it," he teases.  It takes a moment to realize that Sigrun is not looking at him. His smile fades into a frown. Amas had been a little busy the past couple of days learning from Lolli and preparing for the journey ahead as well as the task of eventually helping Neela with a pregnancy.

"Something wrong, Sigrun?" His eyebrows furrow together.
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Sigrun rips another hunk of meat off his plate, munching on it as he looks around the room. "Eh, not wrong, exactly. . Just not going how I expected it." He finally looks across to Amas, his usually casual smile replaced with a concerned look. "You know I never properly thanked you for saving me in the mansion, so. . Thank you. It's exactly because of that I need to be completely honest with you." He sets his food down, his finger nervously tapping on the table. Sigrun, even while he was dying before Amas's eyes, was always so calm and suave. This Sigrun was anxious and nervous. "I know that I'm not exactly a, ahh, good influence. Hells, I'm not even pleasant to be around sometimes. I also know you're looking for more than just a partner in crime. . " he nervously laughs, "And well, I'm not. . " He leans forward, his hands on the table, "Look, I've had a lot of fun hanging out with you, and you're an awesome and talented person, but if you are looking for some sort of romance, I'm just not your guy. . I lost interest in that sort of thing a long time ago, and I don't want to break your heart more than I already have. I'm not going to tell you to pretend it didn't happen, or ignore your feelings, but I want you to know as a friend that I can't reciprocate them in the way you want." Sigrun leans back in his chair, taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly.

Amas stops breathing for a moment as Sigrun finishes talking. There's a drop in his stomach, a feeling he's never felt before. His face is blank as a numb feeling settles over him. He's quiet for a moment, having processed what exactly Sigrun said to him. He stands slowly, picking up his book starting to walk away, stopping to talk over his shoulder. "I understand," he says with a hollow tone, but voice even. "You know, Avner, I like your bad influence. It's made me feel....free. Iwas hoping you could corrupt me in other ways. I'm young, not stupid. I know you do things that are illegal and stupid, but I like that about you. I enjoy your company. Even if you are a lowly scoundrel." At the last words his voice cracks a little, his eyes are feeling hot as tears prick the corners of them. He walks off, bringing the book over his face as the tears begin to fall, quickly walking towards the stairs.