[se] baby that's the fun of me

"No, I don't suppose she is." Amalia's face takes on a distant expression, unspoken worries clouding her eyes. Not long ago the gods and their ways used to be her sermons, the truths by which she wrote her life. To say she no longer believes would be a gross overstatement, but there are questions now, challenges to her comfortable view of the world. "This one will always have someone looking out for her - isn't that right, Sir Aoife?" She grins and nuzzles the girl again, blowing a gentle raspberry on her cheek, but there is a solemn earnestness to her voice. The people of the Hollowed Grounds look after their own, and Aoife is one of them, after all. Sitting back, Amalia smiles at the young man, a bit of a blush on her cheek. "Ah... twenty," she admits, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Safrin changed me, before Deepfrost." The girls alto voice is rich with reverence, still quietly awed by the memory of the gift. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me