Amalia
Amalia listens to the girl, still not fully understanding but interested nonetheless. "So the cells are like... tiny animals... that make up everything else? And can get fleas?" She tilts her head, hoping she's somewhere close, never having been much of a scientist or in possession of an analytical mind. "Are the fleas also cells?"
Rising with Phoebe, Amalia nods her head, a pleased flush spreading on her cheeks at the invitation of joining the research despite her obvious ignorance. Whatever the cells and science were, the mission was one sent down by the gods: of course the pious girl would agree, without question or concern. "I'd be honored." Smiling, the baker picks up her staff, starting the trek back to the Grounds, a little sadness in her heart at leaving the woods behind.
Rising with Phoebe, Amalia nods her head, a pleased flush spreading on her cheeks at the invitation of joining the research despite her obvious ignorance. Whatever the cells and science were, the mission was one sent down by the gods: of course the pious girl would agree, without question or concern. "I'd be honored." Smiling, the baker picks up her staff, starting the trek back to the Grounds, a little sadness in her heart at leaving the woods behind.
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
