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Amalia Are... are Deimos and Adam friends now? What a strange and somewhat unsettling idea - Amalia isn't sure if she should be delighted or horrified. Or a little bit embarrassed, because truth be told she and Peter have only spent time together once, and it was horribly awkward the entire time. Shaking her head in disbelief, the qilin exhales a puff of smoke. What a weird and wonderful world they live in now. She'd better get out of the infirmary soon, she thinks, before it goes further to hell. That the ardency of their shared vows and exchanged devotion does not diminish in the wake of misunderstandings only strengthens Amalia's certainty that this thing they have is her certainty, the anchor in her storm. As he rubs calloused fingers across her face the quilin shifts a little, lungs gaining the capacity to purr, enamored and delighted by his touch. It is not until he draws away that her fiery devotion fades, a petulant huff exhaled from large nares. The water is glorious, the moonlight exquisite, and he is an adonis in its midst. She aches to join him, to splash and delight in disrupting his careful planning, to draw laughter from his throat and a smile to his lips. You promised to teach me to swim, she remarks, half reminder, half request. She is afraid of encroaching, afraid of drowning, afraid afraid afraid, but he makes her braver, brazen, bold, and she wants to bask in his embrace. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you