with a reverence unimpaired

There is a mixed reaction to her attempts to help. The infant starwhale's joy is a contagious thing, briefly soothing Amalia's concerns. She wishes her avian face could smile- and with that wish comes a slight shifting as something like a mouth develops beneath her beak, her face half-shifting and contorting to resemble that of a tengu. "That's it!" she calls into the wind, laughter and delight in her voice. "Look at you, you're doing it!" Ah, but then it all goes sideways- literally, in a sense. The whale's movements offset its fall, and Amalia's laughter dies on her lips as the creature begins to spin and whirl, fearful noises leaving its throat. "Safrin!" the bird-girl cries, aloud and in her mind, extending her wings to try and scoop around the whale, redirect it to the waiting fae. "It's going to be okay, little one. I've got you. Just go toward the music with me." Dark eyes scan the approaching ground, looking for Delah's in the crowd. She does not trust the fae to help her, but she trusts them to save the child. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.