Amalia
the shield of safrin
"Happy," Amalia repeats softly, her brows furrowed in a mournful frown, aching to look upon the creature and reassure it that it isn't alone. "Have you never been happy? Never felt warm, and... like things were good, in the world?" How long has it been trapped down here, a mess of filth and fear? Did the Voice even give it the ability to feel joy before abandoning it in the dark?It seems uncertain of the amulet, and Amalia is developing a sense of urgency, the sounds of the Prince overwhelming even without the ability to smell. She can only imagine how Loren is feeling, and so she does not drop her hand as it retreats. "It's for healing." To say it's magic feels like a bad idea, but she isn't sure how else to explain. "It has healing in it. We think it might make you feel good."
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
