with a reverence unimpaired

The illusion falls away, and Amalia finds herself back among the forest and the stars - though the world of the tulmhainar still looms ahead, entirely too large for its place in the woods. Jyoti presses against her hand, humming notes of happiness, and the girl smiles at her companion, running hands over pectoral fins. "I will!" And she means it, promises it, her inky eyes warm as she gazes at the ancient creature before letting the starwhale turn her around, back to the real world. The floral path is a kind parting gift, though Jyoti's glow is more than enough to guide her in the dark. Careful to trample as few blooms as possible, Amalia reluctantly leaves the tulmhainar behind, mind still reeling and heart still full from all that she has seen. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.