the waters are sleeping

Amalia "Sexual assault?" Amalia repeats, her eyes going wide. "Rampant? That's- gods, that's terrible. What's wrong with people?" Clenching her hands into fists, Amalia shakes her head. "I'm glad you're doing something about it, then. And if you need help... I'm stronger, these days." Not as strong as him, of course, but it's more than she was. And if she is to be a sword for justice, well, there seems no better place to start. She wrinkles her nose at the idea of spending a season in Halo, though it still feels safer than having the weak free to wander around the Hollow. Glancing at Remi, Amalia again raises a brow. "Could any of them come here?" she asks softy. "Just for a week? You know what.... what it's like. How unsafe it can be." He has first-hand experience now, and the power to potentially save lives by opening the borders here for a week. As silence meets her on the Attuned bond Amalia can only frown, not understanding. "Why not? What's wrong?" A little anxious, a little defensive- was it something she said or did? She'd thought they were getting along well, but perhaps Remi had decided to shut her out. Biting her lip, she looks back at the water, awaiting a reply. The mention of Maea brings her eyes sharply up, surprise and grief in their dark depths. "I didn't know," the Shield admits. "I don't... haven't heard much. About what happened. It still feels unreal." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you