[PQ] Riddle Me This

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help At least she has gotten something right. Amalia sets the dragon down on the east side of the table, not yet willing to place it in the bowl. She does the same with the bear, placing it on the western edge of the table and glancing up at the men. Both Caiside and Sam seem unsure about her placements , making her doubt herself as well, though she shakes her head when Sam suggests the sword go east instead. "Maybe south?" she says instead, her brow furrowed in thought. "I've... I've heard of hot southern deserts, and that the north can be cold. So maybe the griffin to the north?" Caiside seems to be making headway, though she does not agree about the bear. That the spire goes in the middle makes sense, and the baker nods encouragingly even before Jigano pipes in, Isuma confirming their suspicions by placing it in the bowl. She glances at the bard, looking for any indication that her guesses have been right before shrugging and turning back to her fellow Loreseekers, a wry smile on her face. "Should we try it? What's the worst that happens if this goes wrong?" So saying she scoops up the dragon and griffin, moving off to place then east and north if the others don't object. a m a l i a 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