Amalia
the shield of safrin
You have a lot of friends. Another thing he cannot know will hurt her, but it feels like a jab into her insecurities, fingers in her wounds. Amalia chuckles uncomfortably, turning her face away from the bird on her shoulder in an attempt to hide the bright flash of pain, a crooked smile swiftly taking its place. "And what about you? I'd hate to have the wrath of the Fae rain down on me, if I lose you in here. Better stay close, little bird."Deeper into the caves they progress, and Amalia stops to take some chalk from her pocket, marking a small X upon the wall. "I don't know if it has the blight," the girl confesses, "But the demon did, and... I dunno. I thought if there was a way to help him it must be worth a shot." She shrugs, feeling silly, aware of how foolish her optimism must sound. "I just... I feel like I have to do something. To try."
Gods, but maybe Safrin was right. Maybe she's just a bleeding heart with delusions of grandeur and an inflated sense of self importance.
"I was hoping calling would work, but I'm trying to reach out with the attuned bond, too. In case there's still an animal mind in there. I was going to try singing, too." Sheepishly, Amalia smiles, shrugging gently so as to avoid disrupting the bird. [say"I... I also brought a treat for it. A paper wasp. If it wants."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
