Just as well that Amalia didn't acknowledge Arialla's distress; Arialla was here to look towards the future, not dwell on the past, and she'd just as soon focus on something else. Entering Amalia's quarters, Arialla sat where Amalia indicated, her hands on the counter in front of her. If this stirred some half-forgotten memory (sitting with Sam in a kitchen, discussing his attempt to rebel against the Voice), Arialla ignored it.
"I heard the spirit," Arialla acknowledged. She'd been at the party in Meadowreach, too -- had spotted Amalia in the crowd there, actually, and considered going over to greet her, but the spirit's proclamation had interrupted that thought. "It's part of why I came, actually. If war is coming, I want to help. I just don't know anything about these Champions."
She'd focused much more on the "eight seasons till war" part of the spirit's words than on the quest for the relics.
please don't take my sunshine away
