Amalia
she was afraid of heights
The exhaustion in the air is palpable, and Amalia wonders how they are able to go on, suffocated so by despair. The shock of hearing Sam was there is finally wearing off, at least; inhaling deeply, the baker rallies, half-smiling wryly as they mention chatty gods. The smile shifts to a frown at Ronin's comment, a twinge of unhappiness with the obvious irreverence.
But... he's dying. Or worse. So he's earned a pass.
"So. We know the Ascended spread the blight. And that the Spire Demon had it, too. And that Ronin - and presumably the others who have it - aren't dying so much as changing." She inhales, each statement feeling like blood on her tongue. She knows they do not want to hear it, that they already know, but it is time to lay all their cards on the table, to try to make sense of this mess once and for all. "Vi knows, too. He's- he has a plan. To save Safrin, and the woods, and everything else, but he's waiting for Deepfrost. I... I think he wants to burn it out. Or something. I don't know."
But... he's dying. Or worse. So he's earned a pass.
"So. We know the Ascended spread the blight. And that the Spire Demon had it, too. And that Ronin - and presumably the others who have it - aren't dying so much as changing." She inhales, each statement feeling like blood on her tongue. She knows they do not want to hear it, that they already know, but it is time to lay all their cards on the table, to try to make sense of this mess once and for all. "Vi knows, too. He's- he has a plan. To save Safrin, and the woods, and everything else, but he's waiting for Deepfrost. I... I think he wants to burn it out. Or something. I don't know."
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
