You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Adam watched with a (rather weirded-out) childlike amazement as Amalia shifted her features. It was the sort of thing he'd be sure he'd made up because he was drunk, but he had seen her change into an animal before. Somehow, it had been less odd when it had been an entire transformation. "..Uh...no, I can't say I have. I dunno what I'd even wanna be, to be honest."
Amalia seemed personally upset about The Voice, and Adam found out why when she insisted it was her fault. Not knowing anything about the situation, he shook his head a little. "I'm sure if it wasn't you, it woulda been someone else, right? Don't beat yourself up too hard...sounds like the Gods are still alright with you, right?" Surely they wouldn't still be making nice with someone who helped a traitor in their eyes.
He thought for a moment, trying to recall something he'd heard once in the bar. "The..Voice...she's got something to do with the uh, vam--the people with the teeth, right? They don't seem too bad."
Adam
It didn't.
