Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Amalia turns as Falke begins to shed his layers, affording him some modesty while her eyes scan the other springs, wondering if she'll catch sight of another flower among the steam. "Have you had a healer look at it?" she wonders aloud, thinking of Loren and Jigano's skills. "Or a Herald? Safrin healed me once, when I..."Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
A flash of light. The sound of a building creaking under strain. Terrible pain. Her voice falters, wavers, recovers. "...when I was hurt."
She blushes at his last remark, pleasantly taken aback. "Meeting me?" Amalia asks, turning back to look at Falke, a golden brow arched high. "You must be starved for company indeed." Her voice is teasing, the bright flush deepening as she quickly looks back to the flower in her hand. "Sorry. Ah, what... what is it you do?"
