when all is said and done

I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars

Her grip tightens around what burdens she has left, only one bag now that he's taken most of the boxes (a blessing, really, considering his longer wingspan, but Amalia cannot help bristle a little at the notion of needing help). It's a long way to the Palace, and as flustered as she is she finds it refreshing to hear a stranger speak so openly of the gods she loves.

"How did you get that ability? Can you feel it from all the gods? Or just the heralds? Or only Safrin?" The peppering of questions is a good indicator that the Shield is warming to him; she peers up at the man, her nose red from cold, curiosity bright in her dark eyes. Swallowing anxiously, she adds her true query: "Do... do you feel love from any other god on me?" From Vi? her heart sings, but her lips do not dare to utter.

His next word, though, leaves a mixture of hazy sweetness and biting sour on her tongue. Demigod, something she dares not use to describe herself. Not until it's earned. "Do you know many demigods? I've... Ronin, Safrin's, and Remi, Ludo's, are in Halo now. I don't think any others are... not that I know of, anyway."

Amalia