Amalia
You are... She isn't sure what the Fae initially planned to say, but Amalia can't imagine it would be anything complimentary. When inevitably what comes out is the one with the books, the Shield raises her brows in surprise, trying to school the excitement that thunders in her chest. "Um, yes. Well-"
Rubbing her hand over her wrist, Amalia worries her lip with teeth. "That's what I came for - to ask for help with the books. Safrin, she asked me to move them from her library in Sanctuary here, to the Undercroft. But they're a little, ah... difficult." She winces, remembering the attacks from the shark book, how they were separated by the portals. "She thought the Fae might be able to help move them."
Rubbing her hand over her wrist, Amalia worries her lip with teeth. "That's what I came for - to ask for help with the books. Safrin, she asked me to move them from her library in Sanctuary here, to the Undercroft. But they're a little, ah... difficult." She winces, remembering the attacks from the shark book, how they were separated by the portals. "She thought the Fae might be able to help move them."
