An Apple a Day

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map She leads him through the woodland and toward a well-known apple grove. Frowning at his wobbly gait, Amalia pauses, looking back over her shoulder. "Did you get any healing? I can look at it, if you want." Indicating the staff with a tilt of her head, she waits for a response. A cloud passes over her face when he brings up the failed quest. With a rueful grimace Amalia drops her head, staring at the ground. "Yeah I... I hoped to prevent more loss of life, but..." He knows exactly how poorly it went; she doesn't need to rehash that. "Maybe if I'd... I don't know. Gone about it differently. Made a better offer. But I'm learning more and more that I can't win... well, most of the time." And I knew that somehow I could find my way back