[Open] Where silent gods stand guard.

"It is," a voice behind Are agrees. Amalia has not been here since the landslide, the cave in, when she found herself trapped by earth and stone with only Jyoti for light. Better prepared today, at least, the Shield weilds her Luxere staff, newly enhanced by Remi's skills. She is clad in leather breeches and a green wool shirt, her feet bare but for the leopard's pads, her long hair tied back in a plait. An adventurer, for all intents and purposes, the baker's guise for now left behind. She had not expected to find anyone out here, except perhaps the Fae; the sight of a human catches her off guard, makes her wary a moment, pausing in her pursuits. She has been trying to use her staff on the blight, with little or no results, but at least it feels good to do something. Jyoti, too, is doing her best, the little whale sprinkling starlight on blighted leaves and shriveled stems. Perhaps it is foolish to try, to hope, but it is all they have. She decides, ultimately, to approach the man, stepping out from the shadows behind him, Jyoti calling a low-pitched hello. "What are you doing out here?" Her alto voice is low and curious, her dark eyes bright as she regards the man. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.