with a reverence unimpaired

The fae remains elusive, giving answers that do nothing to ease her anxious mind. Frowning, Amalia contracts further to herself, wondering if she ought to give up. She is free, and that should be enough: she needs to take her own and go, be before the chieftess changes her mind. And yet... "When we were in the barrier, I used to imagine what was outside. I read whatever I could- I even found a map, with Safrin's help. But this-" Amalia turns her gaze to the trees, the sky, the whale beside her, "-is more than I could have imagined." Shaking her tawny head, she sighs, wrapping slender arms around herself. She is cold, so cold, and tired. "I'll take my friends and go," she murmurs, looking back at Delah, "But I want to come back and learn more- about this place, and you." Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.