[se] the ones who sing in the dead of night

He was continuing to explore in the Oerwoud, not expecting to see anyone else. As long as the sun wasn't high in the sky, he felt comfortable walking about, Adam finding that since his resurrection, he was much more content with his own company. His mind drifted to a few different things as he wandered about the abundant beauty of the Wilds; his new predicament, old and new friends, what he ought to do about his various mixed up feelings on marriage. Amalia did factor into those thoughts, but with no way to contact her, Adam had given up for now on getting any kind of reunion going. Anyway, he was admittedly putting it off too; he couldn't imagine Amalia would be happy to see his new fangs. And yet, as soon as he did actually see her (something he had to blink and check again, but yeah, that was definitely her stood by the bridge), Adam had nothing but excitement in him, all of the worries gone in the thrill of seeing his dear friend. "Ama?!" He called out, running towards her and going to grab her into a tight hug without a thought, laughing at the bizarreness of finding her here, and how happy he was about it. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave