in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
That’s where Rexanna thinks differently. The Penumbra thinks that Amalia deserves the world. Deserves everything that the barrier had taken from her – the knowledge, the ability. The curiosity certainly had to be there, and if it wasn’t – why else would Amalia have braved the Greatwood after its fall? To be captured by the Fae? They were similar in that way – a constant question of what else is out there, and is this the best life I can have?All she can over as she clutches the stone is a nod of her head, because Rexanna wants it to be safe and protected too. But she stills in her thoughts, stills as Amalia mentions that she wants to work together, but how impossible it is with the idea that the Old Gods have tasked them with protecting the portals. And Rexanna frowns to this, sticking the glowstone into a pocket before she stands to try and focus on Amalia the best she can. “I… I don’t know if you’ll be able to stop them from opening it.” She frowns. “The Mathair portal began opening with Zariah’s help and the Voice before we got there… I’m not sure if even us Ascended stopped, that it would.” A brief sigh, despite not needing to.
“Whatever happens, Amalia, please be safe. I will do what I can to help.” Her voice wavers slightly, thinking of what life would be like without the Shield of Safrin, what Deimos would be like if he lost her, what Kiada would be like if she lost her. What a war the gods have started, with the gentlest of souls as their warriors.
REXANNA
