A M A L I A
Exhaling a breath of relief, Amalia nods her approval of Arialla's decision to spend the winter elsewhere from here. "That's... that's good. The more people who are safe somewhere else, the better." The question about Sam causes her to raise an eyebrow, something curious and protective rising within her. Is this woman.... interested in her brother?
"Ah... he's staying with a local. But there's an inn set aside for our people. I'm sure he'll be around." She isn't sure how to add also, he's super gay, but makes a mental note to slide it in later, should the conversation turn that way. "How do you know him?"
So the girl (Arialla, the name finally pops into her brain) has seen Safrin. The mention of Delphia and souls has the Shield rising a brow; "Me?" she wonders, not at all displeased at having been recommended by her goddess. Folding the comforter up with long arms, the girl looks over its length at Arialla. "What... Ah, Delphia certainly is looking for the souls. I would like to find them as well. Though it's rather more Ludo's domain."
