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"That is fortunate." Amalia smiles in return, happy to hear that Remi has some support with the adjustment to this place. There is some bitterness in her eyes, however, memories and emotions she would rather not express. The Northaven contingent is a populous one: most of the Outlanders seem to have come from there, a community displaced as one, contentedly taking over someone else's home without much thought to the history or ways. Idly she wonders if he knows Roana, if he stood beside them as they shouted, if he too wished for Rory to die. The topic steers back to familiar ground, and Amalia is relieved for the distraction, glancing back to Remi as he mentions the god. Relaxing enough to regrow tail and ears, Amalia thinks a moment before answering, trailing a fur-covered finger gently across Aoife's nose. "I don't know why Ludo has been unkind to you," she answers honestly. "It is a trickster, but I have never known it to be cruel." Not that she has great familiarity with the being - but still, trying to lure one to their death so many times seems rather too extreme. "Ludo was made - died - during the first LongNight. It was a child, and Mort took pity on it, letting it live on as a soul guide." Jigano had told her about the origin, the snowy night and cruelty of strangers cast upon a child. "It serves as a soul guide now, keeping the dead for Mort until they can move on to him. We helped it collect the ones who had died in LongNight of this year." Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me