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
Adam may be grinning wryly, but Amalia is low on humor. Too tired to stand, she pulls herself over to the brigand, crawling across the ground. "How long have you been here?" the girl demands, relieved and fearful and protective. "How did they catch you? Are you hurt?" Unbidden, unasked, she wraps her arms around him before pulling back, black eyes inspecting closely for any sign of damage, her hands rough on his warm skin, finding reassurance in the touch.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Her blood cools as she sits in the pit, the rush of wrath giving way to exhaustion. Releasing Adam at last, Amalia sits back with a sigh, heartbeat thunder in her ears. "Is anybody else down here?"
But before she has a chance to barrage him with more questions, a commotion from above catches her ear. Amalia springs on her feet, invigorated again, her ears taking on an avian quality as she strains to hear what's happening above. "Who's up there? Don't hurt anyone!"
