with a reverence unimpaired

And then, an answer- Or so the girl believes. For how could she believe anything else, faced with the beauty which graces the sky? Even the guards grow quiet, still, their reverence a hushed echo in the suddenly bright night. For above them passes not a shadow, but a being of radiance almost as great as anything the girl has ever seen. Rising to her knees, Amalia watches in rapturous awe, her surroundings momentarily forgotten in the beauty of what she sees. One slender hand reaches out to the sky, as though she could touch it, could catch a wisp of its stardust wake and clasp it close to her heart. "Safrin," the sunlit girl breathes, starlight reflected in her dark eyes. It is a sign, she knows, a blessing from the goddess, a reminder to be strong and bright in the blackest of nights. "It's beautiful." It is a reminder of why she came out here, why she ventured beyond the barren circle of her former cage. There is beauty in the world beyond, and wonder, and Amalia will not be kept from it. She will not be trapped in this pit. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.