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Amalia

"I know he'll be more than willing to help." Amalia is confident in this- Deimos is always giving, always doing, always caring for the world around them without asking for anything in return. It is one of the countless things she admires about him: his tireless ability to always care, and his stubborn humility which keeps him from recognizing how good he is and how much he does.

But now is not the time to dwell on Deimos' many virtues, as easily as such might come to the girl. Reaching out to pull Jyoti against her breast, the girl hums thoughtfully as Loren explains his abilities and the things he could place into his shield. "My staff already has healing," she muses, "But more may be useful... so perhaps that?" Biting her lip uncertainly, Amalia hopes she has not asked for too much. He has already proven strangely patient and generous, and the last thing she wants is to stretch him thin.

"Then... if you like, you could stay for dinner. Or I can pack you something to take home." Small repayment, but it is all she can offer. Information and bread and an anxious soul.

she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away