A M A L I A
The red-head's plan works - to an extent. Amalia gasps as the wall gives way, quickly followed by the ceiling. The bronze girl stumbles back as rubble cascades around the men, her arm raised to protect her face. For a moment terror grips her at the thought of being caught alone in the dark, but then the figure of
He proposes they backtrack, circle to find the Ascended, and Amalia's frown grows deeper but the girl does not complain. She hates to leave the others behind, but it's obvious they won't make it through the rubble: best to find some other way, reconvene on another side. She raises the lantern and grabs her staff, nodding to Desmond, falling in step. "My grandmother used to warn me about these tunnels," the girl murmurs, to stave off the uncomfortable silence and cold. "She said there were demons that lived in here, darkness cast out by the Old Gods."
