An Apple a Day

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map "I'm not abandoned. It's different " Amalia resists the urge to roll her eyes, slightly miffed at the implication that she doesn't know how healing works for Ascended. "The magic in this seems to work on anyone, regardless of race." But it's up to him- and the comment about not feeling pain makes her face curl in obvious distaste. The hand on her shoulder is both very unexpected and very awkward; Amalia has no idea how to respond to this, their first shared physical contact in her memory, so she simply nods stiffly. "I'm learning that, too." Clearing her throat uncomfortably, Amalia turns away, leading Sam further toward the apple grove. "So... How is Loren, anyway? I saw him briefly... I can't imagine he took Maea's death well." And I knew that somehow I could find my way back