[KQ] stonewall

A m a l i a It was a fascinating turn of events. One moment they have all met, serendipitously, upon solid ground. The next the ground is giving out, and they are falling, human and fae alike, tumbling into darkness together, trapped beneath the earth. At least they have light: Jyoti works diligently to fill the cavern with stars, soothing and investigating, while Amalia tries her hand at aid. She is remarkably uninjured, having nothing but the blossom of a bruise upon her hip, so she focuses on others for the time being, tearing her tunic into a sling for Jigano, sitting by Are while the starwhale kept watch, trying to soothe the cobbler's anxiety, to keep him from going too far into shock. The fae she leaves largely alone, confident in their ability to tend to their wounds, though dark eyes shoot worried glances at Delah, nods exchanged silently to assure she does right. Their rescue cannot come soon enough. When it does, it feels like sunrise is breaking into their small prison, like the world has finally opened up. The figures who greet them are unexpected, but not unwelcome: Phoebe, whose sweetness extends now to bravery; Remi, who looks nearly dead himself; Wessex, bold and authoritative as ever; and Deimos, who blooms in her mind like a beacon, squeezing her heart with grateful relief. Rising as the midwife rushes to Are's aid, Amalia steps back and allows them to take charge, suddenly wanting nothing but to escape this cave. With Jyoti swimming beside her she rushes to Deimos, the briefest of touches exchanged in reassurance before she slips against Remi's side, offering the alchemist further support, a mental pulse of affection and reassurance and gratitude arcing between their minds. "Thank you," she says to him, to them both. "They're almost out - just another minute. Everyone's alive and safe, because of you." She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine