this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
It's becoming clear that convincing him to drink the water is a dead end, but Amalia has to keep on trying - the alternative isn't something she's keen on attempting. She closes her eyes, muttering a prayer to Vi under her breath before exhaling sharply and calling for both Jyoti and Astra to help. The starwhale obliges with a burst of starlight, soothing her soulmate's frazzled nerves. The healing helps, too, the scrapes and bruises fading from her body in the wave of sky-blue light.
Loosening her grip on his arms slightly, Amalia relaxes her clenched jaw, her dark eyes tired but resolute. "How about a deal, Loren?" Slowly she reaches for the canteen, now on the floor between them. "You drink this, and we can go to the Climb. We can swim in the lava or whatever you like. But you have to drink this water first."
Loosening her grip on his arms slightly, Amalia relaxes her clenched jaw, her dark eyes tired but resolute. "How about a deal, Loren?" Slowly she reaches for the canteen, now on the floor between them. "You drink this, and we can go to the Climb. We can swim in the lava or whatever you like. But you have to drink this water first."
