Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
Amalia does not notice Delah's grimace; or if she does, she simply writes it off as further evidence of the fae's distaste. The fact that Delah does not actually know what will happen if it is touched sends a tremor of concern through her spine. "Someone will," she murmurs softly, her eyes narrowing as she looks at the blight. "A child, or an animal. It would be good to know what it does before that, and how to counteract it." Her mother would know what to do.
Her mother, however, is dead.
She cannot say that Delah's new outburst is any surprise. Amalia has been bracing herself for this since she decided to tell the fae, knowing that the Tulmhainar are a sacred thing, that Delah could only hate her further for leaving one in the Spire's base. Running her hand through her hair, she forces herself to meet the warchief's acid gaze. "I didn't know what it was until I came here... I still don't know for sure. But when the Spire was breached I saw - well - I think it was a Tulmhainar, now. But I... I thought it was dead. The people who went in, the ones I tried to stop, they..." Killed it dies upon her lips, but it is implied by her silence, the way she swallows and looks away, fresh shame and self-abasement rising to her face.
"Safrin, though... she thinks it might still be alive. So I am going to find a way in, and see if I can rescue it."
Her mother, however, is dead.
She cannot say that Delah's new outburst is any surprise. Amalia has been bracing herself for this since she decided to tell the fae, knowing that the Tulmhainar are a sacred thing, that Delah could only hate her further for leaving one in the Spire's base. Running her hand through her hair, she forces herself to meet the warchief's acid gaze. "I didn't know what it was until I came here... I still don't know for sure. But when the Spire was breached I saw - well - I think it was a Tulmhainar, now. But I... I thought it was dead. The people who went in, the ones I tried to stop, they..." Killed it dies upon her lips, but it is implied by her silence, the way she swallows and looks away, fresh shame and self-abasement rising to her face.
"Safrin, though... she thinks it might still be alive. So I am going to find a way in, and see if I can rescue it."
