Arialla nodded, though she frowned at Amalia's news. Did Ascended get sick? She supposed they must, if Samuel was. "I'm sorry to hear he's unwell. I'll definitely pay him a visit."
Amalia's desire to move on was clear, and though Arialla might have hoped for a longer conversation, she understood. Everyone seemed on edge this close to LongNight, anyway. After, things could move on. If everyone survived ... She pushed that thought away. She'd be safe in Torchline, but she worried about the people in the grounds. "Happy to help. I'll see you after LongNight."
Speak it into existence. Arialla had to believe that Amalia would be all right.
{fin}
please don't take my sunshine away
