Amalia
the archangel
"Well, I can't even swim," Amalia counters between her laughs, not about to allow Ray to downplay how pivotal she's played. "I probably should learn, now that I don't have an aquatic shift," she adds to herself as much as the herbalist, shivering slightly at the idea, her dark eyes speculative as she eyes the lake.
As for what the boon would be, Amalia doesn't know. Shrugging, she rises back onto her knees, looking back at Ray. "It's gone, but... I imagine like a favor? Or maybe it won't try to drown us again."
At last she rises to her feet, wiping her hands on her thighs. The laughter and adrenaline have subsided; in their wake Amalia feels awkward, a sheepish smile on her face. "Gods, I'm sorry though- you came here for a reason. Are your supplies okay? Are... are you okay?"
As for what the boon would be, Amalia doesn't know. Shrugging, she rises back onto her knees, looking back at Ray. "It's gone, but... I imagine like a favor? Or maybe it won't try to drown us again."
At last she rises to her feet, wiping her hands on her thighs. The laughter and adrenaline have subsided; in their wake Amalia feels awkward, a sheepish smile on her face. "Gods, I'm sorry though- you came here for a reason. Are your supplies okay? Are... are you okay?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
