Amalia
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
The message reached her after she saw Loren, giving Amalia little time to shower and redress after tending to the Firebrand. She is still messy when she joins the contingent of adventurers, reaching a hand over to hold Remi's for a moment before nodding and following Ronin into the cold room.watching stars collide
As always in this sort of thing she feels out of place, under dressed with her own white fur peeking up from under her collar and the edges of her sleeves - not to mention her open-backed shirt, which shows a thick blanket of leopard coat. She's technically barefoot, though it rather looks as though she's wearing fluffy padded socks, and her braided hair is interspersed with spiky holly leaves. She carries her sword and shield with her, the owl wings tucked away.
She nods to Morgan, raising a skeptical eyebrow to the man that Ronin has brought along but letting her concerns go. There are more pressing matters, and the Shield isn't one to beat around the bush. Taking a place at the table she launches directly into the news she brings: "I spoke to Vi. The water is a balm, but not a cure. I'll be sick again within a few days, if we don't find something else." The implication is clear, at least in her mind: they need to get to the Climb soon.
