why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
At least they seem to be finding common ground, which is better than Amalia could say for her last interaction with Nephele. Though she can never understand the breadth of what the Fae lost in the death of the Mathair, she knows what it is to feel rage and blame, to cast anger in a blanket instead of a focused beam.
She's quiet for a long time before rising with a nod. "I'm glad there is someone like you among the Fae," Amalia says softly, sincerely, offering a hand to the smaller woman. "And... I am so, so sorry. For what happened to the woods. If there is anything I can do - if the woods ever need aid - please do not hesitate to call on me. I should get back to work, but... it was nice to meet you, Juniper."
She's quiet for a long time before rising with a nod. "I'm glad there is someone like you among the Fae," Amalia says softly, sincerely, offering a hand to the smaller woman. "And... I am so, so sorry. For what happened to the woods. If there is anything I can do - if the woods ever need aid - please do not hesitate to call on me. I should get back to work, but... it was nice to meet you, Juniper."
Amalia
