Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Would you like a name?" Her voice is soft and gentle, eyes downcast as she wipes off the last of the bike. "So we can call you something... that makes you happy."Loren's tap on her shoulder makes Amalia turn around, looking up at the summoner as he offers the amulet, replying with a grateful smile and a squeeze of his fingers. Turning back to the Prince, her ears again shut, she extends the object toward the Prince. "Will you touch this? You don't have to touch me, but... It might make you feel better." Hopefully. If he takes it, she will try to channel the healing magic through it, though it likely would have been better to have Loren do so. But the poor man looked about to faint himself when Amalia turned back to him, and she hate to ask for more than he has already given.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
