with a reverence unimpaired

"Where were the fae, when it all happened?" Endlessly curious, Amalia cannot help but pry, digging deeper at the woman who seems so keen to keep her out. It feels as though they are going in circles, Amalia pushing and Delah evading, and something in the girl hardens, challenged, refusing to give. "Where were your people, when the New Gods rose up against the Old?" Her frown deepens at this simplified set of rules, and the Attuned shakes her head. "Unless you are Ianto. Or have been adopted by a starwhale. And even then, nobody will tell you. The rules are decidedly not clear." Arms crossed across her chest, Amalia's frown hardens to a glare. "What in the woods demands a sacrifice? And what would you sacrifice, if you didn't have us?" She will not let Kiada be scarified (or Adam, but he is lower on her list of cares right now). It does not matter what the fae woman thinks. There has to be another way. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.