AMALiA
Loren's firm tone is surprising; Amalia blinks, taken somewhat aback, but does not say anything else on the subject. Always terrible at social graces, she has no idea what faux pass she's made, but enough presence of mind to assume she's made one. Rubbing her hand on the back of her neck, she smiles gratefully when he eases slightly, seeming happy to discuss trade. "Furs are fine... though honestly, the offer to house our people through LongNight is more than enough. Vi will be grateful, I think, if it means the monsters claim fewer lives. As will I."Growing somewhat uncomfortable, Amalia readies herself to leave when Morgan's soft voice interrupts. Surprised, she glances between the woman and Loren, not sure what to make of this request. "Of... of course," she answers, also quietly. To Loren she adds a silent question: I'll find you after, and we'll go?
the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
