with a reverence unimpaired

The instrument is unexpected but not unpleasant, plucked notes adding to the bizarre tranquility of the scene. She watches as his fingers work, listening both to the music and his tale "It must be lonely," she whispers softly, empathy in her almond eyes. "What happened to the others?" She is the last, in a twisted way, the final drops of a once-proud bloodline carried in her veins. When he looks at her his expression is casual, but the things he says make her stomach flip. Amalia's hands retract protectively, twisting anxiously over her arms, the fear she felt outside this place rising up anew. "What do you eat?" she whispers, though she suspects she knows the answer, terrible as it may be. Ah, but she is not dead, he tells her, which means... ...which means... ...she has no idea. Before she can make sense of her thoughts they are back in the outside world, Amalia once more a tiny speck beside his glorious, gargantuan form. "You are incredible," she exhales, awestruck, her deep voice rich with equal parts reverence and fear. "What do you want from me?" Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.