the waters are sleeping

Amalia "Thank you." The gratitude is sincere, appreciation in the fact that he has agreed to make a difficult journey for her. That whatever they are to each other now, in the aftermath of the great disaster, they are somehow still bound close enough for this. Still worrying her lip, Amalia frowns deeply at the sea. "I was asked to help... help lower the Ascended influence. Before the Voice can take hold, like she has in the Grounds." It is her first time admitting that her home might be lost, too tightly clenched in the Voice's vice grip to ever be truly wrenched free. She picks up a piece of wood from the dock and fiddles it between her fingers. "I'm worried about her influence spreading. To Halo, and here, and everywhere else. You said yourself- with the portals active, who knows where the monsters will go? The Greatwood was nearly destroyed. The Old Gods tasked us to try and prevent this, but so far..." Amalia's voice is frustrated as she trails off, both with the circumstances and herself. Finally she looks at Remi again, searching in his face for some sign of understanding. "If there's something we can do to stop it - something the natives of Halo want us to do... shouldn't we try? Will you help me?" reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you