the wind talks back

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back Evidently her greeting had been rather insufficient, if Phoebe's interjection was anything to go by. Insecurity flushes in her cheeks, luckily already rosy from cold; she falters as he spins around to lead them into the Citadel, not sure if she ought to (or wants to) maintain her position as unofficial leader of their ragtag group. The stalwart support of both Remi and Jigano that propels Amalia forward, though her voice is distant when she speaks again. "I... don't know how much you know of the Voice, or her effect on the lands she's taken an interest in." She's peering at what scant foliage she can find, looking for signs of Blight and wondering how anything could thrive somewhere so harsh. "In her efforts to open a portal in the Greatwood she and her Ascended spread a Blight that corrupted all the living things it touched. They then felled a sacred tree, despite the protest of the Fae. Five of the Fae died as well." Somber, Amalia turns her dark eyes back to their host. "Have you seen anything unusual in the plant life here? Or the people? Any... blackening, or corruption?" Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you