its not me they're coming to see

Amalia

Amalia listens with silent interest to the exchange between Ludo and Abasi, deeply curious but knowing better than to interrupt this moment. She feels awkward enough simple spectating, an interloper to something sacred and private.

So it is not until Ludo bids them both goodbye that Amalia once more draws attention to herself, smiling at the masked god. "Please tell them I love them," she whispers softly, knowing the being will know of whom she speaks.

Abasi's gratitude earns a smile and a darkening of her cheeks. "You're welcome. I'm glad it came to you. Did... Did this help?"

she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away