this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
"I don't not like them," she clarifies automatically, her pious soul rebelling against any suggestion that she feel negatively toward any god. But this is not the time or place for a philosophical discussion, so Amalia does not press further into her complicated relationship with the god. "What was inside you?" she asks instead, a shiver rushing through her spine at the mention of becoming. It is the same word Safrin used for her- is he being raised up, too?
She's going to ask more questions but then the door flies open, Astra and Jyoti appearing with the telltale canteen in the luxere's grasp. Amalia reaches for it an in doing so releases Loren, not expecting his immediate revulsion and attempt to get away. "Hey- hey!" she chides with gentle urgency, turning back to Loren with the water in her hand. "What's the matter, Loren? Wouldn't you like a drink?"
She's going to ask more questions but then the door flies open, Astra and Jyoti appearing with the telltale canteen in the luxere's grasp. Amalia reaches for it an in doing so releases Loren, not expecting his immediate revulsion and attempt to get away. "Hey- hey!" she chides with gentle urgency, turning back to Loren with the water in her hand. "What's the matter, Loren? Wouldn't you like a drink?"
