its not me they're coming to see

Amalia

Ludo's appearance is both relieving and surprising; Amalia inhales a sharp breath as it raises a tendril to her head, not sure if she will be decapitated or caressed.

Caressed, it turns out. Exhaling the held breath, the Shield smiles uncertainly. "Yes. It was hers. I... I hope she will remember it." A quiet, unspoken question lingers in her alto voice: is she there? Can she hear me? Does she know?

They aren't here for her, however. Amalia almost laughs aloud at Abasi's sudden awe, amused to see the man showing far more emotion than he'd seen from her before. Stepping back, the girl leans against a pillar, letting the undertaker question the herald, content for now to listen and watch.

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Feel free to skip Ama going forward unless she's addressed directly!

she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away