Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
3Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Amalia relaxes further at Ianto's reassurance, reaching out to gently stroke the snake beneath its chin. "Maybe you'll give us some good luck, hmm?" she murmurs, triggering a protective sort of envy from Jyoti, who returns to swim by Amalia's side, giving the reptile a sidelong glance.
She keeps her position in the back, still watchful and wary as they continue on. The fae are near: she does not doubt it, would not be surprised at all should they appear. Part of her wonders if the snake is one of them, shifted into a clever form to catch them unawares. She tries to shake this, to press on without trepidation, but Ianto's caution to be careful does nothing to ease her anxious mind. "Why?" Leopard ears rise on her head, more acute of hearing than the human auricles, turning and seeking dangerous sounds.
This was a terrible plan, the rational part of her mind screams. This is an important step, and a good adventure, the bold part replies. Regardless of all her conflicted anxieties, of one thing she is sure: Amalia would rather not be kidnapped again so quickly. She doubts Jigano and Deimos would be amused, to once more have to retrieve her from the fae because she followed Ianto's guidance.
