[Open] Where silent gods stand guard.

Amalia dons her human skin with ease, looking up at the tall and awkward stranger with amusement in her dark eyes. It is in her nature to be nosy, to assist and insert herself to the sidelines of stories, and when the Gods are involved, well... let's just say she cannot help herself. Running her fingers through her hair, the girl smiles shyly at his gratitude, shrugging awkwardly as Jyoti coos. "Happy to help." The reason he wants it remains unknown, but Amalia is less perturbed by this now, her faith in the deities absolute. Stepping away toward her things, she leans down to collect the staff and shield, hitching the titanium across her back and taking the red rod in her hand. It is growing late, and there is much to do back home. "I should be heading back," she says to the man, glancing at the sky. "But... If you ever need anything, look me up. Amalia Chandrakant. I run Devas Bakery." Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.