[se] baby that's the fun of me

Amalia listens with quiet intensity as he speaks of shapeshifters and gold cuffs, head tilting in perplexed curiosity at the idea of it. "I don't think it's rude..." she shrugs, though her lower lip slips thoughtfully between her teeth. "It's more that it's... personal? Maybe? I don't really know. I haven't been one for long." Laughing nervously, she runs her fingers through her hair, not really sure how else to describe it. She was never aware of the secrecy of Jigano's shift, having learned of it on their third meeting. As for herself, well, the blessing was sacred, an important memory she'd treasured and guarded until she was ready to share it to the world. "I hunted with Jigano, once. But I couldn't bring myself to, ah, finish." Another self-conscious laugh, half embarrassed, half amused. "Do you?" Remi turns his attention to the sky, and Amalia lets her gaze drift back to the child in her lap. She does not understand it, the world he comes from and the way it works. Commoners? Improper? "Here it's a blessing," she replies softly, "Not a trap. But... I am sorry you were shacked. I wish you could have experienced the way we do. It is a beautiful thing." Again, the memory of Safrin and and starlight, warmth and contentment with her place in the world. There were few moments more beautiful in her life than the one where she gave herself to the Gods, let them bring her closer by revealing her truest self. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me