(se) friendship doesn't have to be a two way street

and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound

Amalia has been busy since returning from the Climb, her days occupied by preparations for a long departure, her nights punctuated by restless sleep. Barefoot in the summer heat, she wears a dress with an open back, a small and now nearly-empty wagon pulled along in her wake. She is in the process of finishing her deliveries and tasks for the day when a voice sounds inside her head, catching her by surprise. There, to her left, a familiar lion stands.

"Loren?"

If the lion and the voice were not confirmation enough, the little luxere who runs up toward her absolutely is. Leaning down to run her fingers back and scratch the doe behind her ears, the girl looks back to the lion with an uncertain, subdued almost-smile. "What... what are you doing here? You look well."

Amalia