with a reverence unimpaired

And there it is again: staunch rebuttal, coupled with a dangerous smile. Amalia has reached a point where she does not care. Tired, angry, she merely stares, a firm determination hardening her face. She will get her people out, no matter what Delah says. She will just have to find another way. The fae is feral, almost lovely in her wildness. Under different circumstances Amalia might be fascinated by that, but as it is she can only nod, trying not to let the wave of emotion she has so carefully contained from breaking through to her voice. "Yes."[/say.] If the tulmhainar is what keeps her people here, then she will find a way around it. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.