with a reverence unimpaired

"The tulmhainar." Amalia fumbles over the word, just as she has fumbled over everything else on this misadventure. Delah's shift to a feral grin is unnerving, more upsetting than any glare or snarl. Amalia feels a desperate urge to step back, retreat from this small woman and her strange, wonderful world. She has been given a gift of safe passage, freedom. She should take it and run. But that would mean leaving Kiada, and Adam, behind to die. "You sacrifice your own people?" A harsh, hoarse whisper, accusatory and enraged. "Why? What would this tulmhainar do, if you didn't pay it in blood? What could possibly be worth that cost?" Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.