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Amalia

the archangel

"An Ascended arm," Amalia breathes, peering at the offending object as though it may come to life and snatch at them. It's a strange, inhuman, unsettling thing, and just being near it makes her skin crawl. "I wonder how long it was down there. It must be what was making the water so upset."

But then Ray kicks the arm away, out of her reach and out of the river. Amalia follows it, her eyes tracking as it vanishes behind a stone before rising to the once-ailed water that now has settled down into some semblance of calm. She cocks an eyebrow at Ray's refusal to help any further... and then, unbidden, begins to laugh, the sound a rolling alto of bells as triumph and relief surge through her blood. "But you did it!" she manages between breaths, a fierce, vibrant smile slicing her face. "You were- gods, you were so brave! And the creature--"

Shifting onto her knees, Amalia inches close enough to place a palm in the lapping water, her dark eyes fluttering closed. "It's not in pain anymore," she murmurs, as much to herself as to her companion. "It's grateful - and it says it owes you a boon. Well, us, but you most of all."

you drew memories in my mind

i could never erase

you painted colors in my heart

i could never replace