squashed in like sardines

Amun

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

Amun narrowed his eyes at Maea. Brow furrowing, he let out a huff of air. "If that is true, then I've never been in a good fight." Shaking his head, he glanced ahead as the buildings of the Settlement began to appear in the distance. He picked up the pace a bit now that civilization (of a sort) was in sight.

Arching an eyebrow as she launched into her spiel, he found himself laughing when she finished. "Oh, so close, but yet, so very, very far sister." He reached up with his free hand across his body to pat her on the shoulder. "I was going to suggest going to the Voice, that much is right, but for upgrades that could mimic or even surpass your magic, but since you've stated your not ready I won't force the issue."

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