[se] baby that's the fun of me

She is grateful for the clarification, even if it doesn't make her feel better. She should know what she's doing, she should have better control. She should have been studying, learning, using her gifts to serve the gods who gave it to her, rather than spending her days on dreams and dance. Picking anxiously at the grass, Amalia glances up in mild surprise as Remi admits to a similar lack of control. "My first time... I had jusy, um. Been badly hurt." Turning back to the crown of grass she has begun to absently weave, the girl shrugs her narrow shoulders, looking pensive as she tries not to remember her fleeting brush with desth. "Being the leopard made it easier to recover. Lke I was a different person. Stronger and braver. But I don't always know how much of that is me, and how much is it..." Looking back up at the grazing unicorn, Amalia awkwardly half-smiles. "You, uh, you were the first ones I interacted with in that form, actually." Turning black eyes back to Remi, Amalia tilts her head. "How was it for you?" she asks him softly, empathy rather than judgment written in her face. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me