with a reverence unimpaired

"I protect my home, but I would hear them out first." Amalia replies, arms crossed defensively over her chest as the little winged nightmare comes closer. "I would teach them about our ways, so they could be good neighbors, and we could coexist in peace." Part of her wonders if it's pointless. The same thing happened to them, after all, but where the Naturals all but welcomed the Outlanders into their homes, the fae seem to have no interest in opening their arms. And what had the Naturals gotten for their kindness, but disregard of their customs and history, their wishes and ways? Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.