A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help So Maea is not a member of the guild now. Amalia frowns, not sure what to make of this development: it had seemed like a good track for the sickly girl to be on. The idea of her becoming Zariah's protege does cause a wince of distaste to rise to the Shield's face, though she can certainly picture it. Reaching up, she fidgets with the new charm around her neck. "Maea was bedridden for so long. I guess it's no surprise she's ambitious, now that she's well." A new fae member is a valuable piece of information, one Amalia stores away, the memory of long ago given quests burning in her mind. And Ingrid she's met, though the impression the crass priestess left was rather sour. And Sam.... Shaking her head, Amalia smiles slightly, coming back to focus on Jigano. "Ah- Deimos gave me a notebook I've been using last year." A flush of color rises to her cheeks suddenly, heat and happiness obvious in her expressive face. "I... we haven't told many people but, uh, we're getting married. Eventually." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine