Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
Again Oliver has a lot to say, and Amalia listens quietly as he voices it all, trying not to wince at his apparent anxiety. It takes her a moment to figure out what, exactly, he is wanting to help with; when he finally says LongNight, she visibly relaxes.Nodding quietly, the Shield tilts her head. "Is this... your first one? LongNight, that is." Not that being concerned is surprising, whether it's his first or fiftieth. Running her hand over her wrist, the Shield fixes her eyes on the small shrine in the window. "Helping to prepare is... it's great. It will be appreciated, for those who don't leave." There's ruefulness in her tone: although she'll be one of them, she still wishes there were fewer.
"This year... it's the first time we've been allowed to go elsewhere. And honestly... the best thing you can do is go. Go, and take whoever you can with you, so that those of us who remain have fewer to protect." Her eyes are sharp and serious when she turns them back on Oliver, voice earnest in an attempt to impart the importance of her words. "The fewer souls the monsters claim, the better. If you can keep yourself from being one of them... then I will be grateful."
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
