[PQ] Riddle Me This

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help Testing abilities feels like a recipe for disaster, as far as the baker is concerned. What can she do but produce bread and sing a little, and get into trouble along the way? Still, she answers Jigano's summons, both as a guild-member and as a friend, if not eager then at least willing to try to contribute to this lost cause. She arrives after Samuel, slipping in the great Hall door with the silence of a wraith, quiet and unassuming - save for the starwhale who follows in her wake, singing out a joyous song as Isuma comes into sight. Sighing, Amalia shakes her head, all efforts of stealth dashed away by her companion's exuberant nature. With an awkward smile she finds a seat near Sam, greeting him with a quiet nod and a word of gratitude for his place on the rescue team. Then it is Jigano's turn to address them, and Amalia listens in silence, her dark eyes glittering with a quiet pride as she watches her friend take his place at the helm. He mentions his history, and specialties, before suggesting they all do the same - and this the baker balks against, suddenly deeply uncomfortable with the idea of proving her right to be here, some misplaced sense of worth. She is grateful when Sam goes first, though the whole thing remains rather more stuffy than she would want. Rising hesitantly, Amalia clears her throat, one hand reaching to pull a lock of hair. "I'm, ah, Amalia Chandrakant. I'm a baker, but, um, I know a little about the gods, and the history of Caido, I guess." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine