Amalia
Too many boobs, not enough- oh! Amalia does indeed turn a bright shade of red, laughing suddenly, her voice bright with bemused surprise. "I wasn't- I didn't- gods, that's not what I meant!" Head in her hands, the baker continues to giggle helplessly, desperately uncomfortable and not sure what else to do.
She is grateful for the conversation shift, opening back up as Amun talks about his home. A new settlement of huts- is that what it will be like for them, if they ever leave the Hollowed Grounds? And a jungle that never gets cold- "What's a jungle like?" Amalia asks, her curiosity expansive. "Is it terribly hot? What does happen in winter, if it isn't cold? Have you seen snow before?"
She is grateful for the conversation shift, opening back up as Amun talks about his home. A new settlement of huts- is that what it will be like for them, if they ever leave the Hollowed Grounds? And a jungle that never gets cold- "What's a jungle like?" Amalia asks, her curiosity expansive. "Is it terribly hot? What does happen in winter, if it isn't cold? Have you seen snow before?"
