Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
From her perch upon Deimos' shoulders there is little she can do, except meet Sunjata's glance with her own acute gaze while Jyoti trills a soothing note. Shifting her ears to a qilin's long, acutely turned ones, she lets her tail light with lilac fire, as much to provide light as to potentially alarm any watching predators.We all know Coffee, she points out in reply to Peter, a little bit of amusement in her mental voice. So at least we have an ambassador. She opens her mind up to the dragon for any input the serpentine creature might have - as well as any of the remaining companions, suspecting them to be just as attuned to the surroundings as any human.
Amalia listens to whatever she can, and asks the companions if they see anything notable
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
