AMALIA
save some love for yourself, my dear
The fae will watch the Mathair, the girl replies with confidence. He knows Delah better than she- surely the warchief will ensure nothing hurts this, their one chance against the blight. But as for the spire? Amalia sighs, a rumbling noise from the leopardess' lungs. We were attacked by two, the day I planted mine. They... they seem to come most when others are working. But pricking them with thorns calms them, for a time.
She nods when he says he left a rose at the Guild, a little guilty for not thinking of it - but her placement is important, too. Still, she is glad Remi has had support. She cannot imagine how the alchemist is doing, but knows it must not be well. I planted one at Safrin's shrine, in the fields. It...
It hurts to think back to that day, hurts enough that in her place on the snow Amalia begins to shift, the big cat taking on human characteristics until she stands before Ianto, her arms around her chest. "Safrin is not well," she whispers. "And I... I am worried that this will not be enough."
She nods when he says he left a rose at the Guild, a little guilty for not thinking of it - but her placement is important, too. Still, she is glad Remi has had support. She cannot imagine how the alchemist is doing, but knows it must not be well. I planted one at Safrin's shrine, in the fields. It...
It hurts to think back to that day, hurts enough that in her place on the snow Amalia begins to shift, the big cat taking on human characteristics until she stands before Ianto, her arms around her chest. "Safrin is not well," she whispers. "And I... I am worried that this will not be enough."
