I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Chuckling at Sam's doubt, Amun grinned. However, it softened as the bookmaker spoke about his relationship with Amalia, or lack thereof. "Have you actually spoken to her? Sometimes she just needs to get whatever is bothering her off her chest, and when she's spoken her piece she's surprisingly reasonable." He shrugged.

Nodding, the potter winked. "Of course I am. This is a portrait, after all." Cocking his head to one side, he waggled his eyebrows. "Unless you'd like me to paint you bald. Just say the word." He gestured with his paintbrush at the other man.

"No point in worrying over things that haven't and might not happen." Returning to the art, the advisor glanced past the canvas at Sam. "And the Ascended will stand together, come what may."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid