AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
Amalia wrinkles her nose at the beach, trying to keep from visibly gagging. He isn't dead, at least, and can wake up, so that's good news at least, though his attempt at coherent conversation does not inspire much confidence. Sitting back on her heels, the girl frowns, less concerned now than deeply unimpressed. "Because you're passed out in a temple," she replies flatly, alto voice unamused by the blatant lank of sanctity he clearly feels for this place.watching stars collide
Sighing, Amalia rises to her feet. "Can you stand? I'll take you home." She reaches down to grab the still-full horn from his hand, fairly confident the last thing he needs is more to drink. She means her home, of course - she has no idea where he lives.
