with a reverence unimpaired

Amalia, too, feels strangely calm, though the young baker does not yet know why. There is something in Jyoti's presence that soothes her terror, puts her anxious mind at ease and relaxes her weary mind. Watching the dark-haired fae's posture soften, she wonders if perhaps she has judged them wrong. They are frightened, perhaps, if not of them then of change, the slow and insidious creep of contamination which threatens to spill out, now that the barrier is down. Letting her own hands fall to her side, Amalia tilts her head toward Delah, utterly bemused by this unexpected turn of events. "Why?" It is a soft murmur, less accusing than curious, seeking desperately to understand. "Why am I free now? Why did she choose me? Why is Ianto welcome, but not us?" She sighs, anxiety rising back in her shoulders, a million more questions racing through her mind. Letting Jyoti swim into her arms, Amalia strokes the starwhale absently, her dark gaze returning to the night sky. She had spent so long reading about the outside world, trying to understand a thing she thought she would never see. And yet now that she is finally living in those legends, she is just as lost and alone as before. Well, she thinks, turning loving eyes back to the child dozing in her arms. Not alone, at least. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.