Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
"Jyoti had not family, no mother. Would you have let her die, too?" Amalia's frustration is obvious, her eyes fixed in a glare against her friend. It's only Aisha's question that pulls her away, attention returning to the captive fawn. With a curt nod the Shield agrees, striding toward the orb. "I can speak to it. Deimos, will you let it out?" Mentally she calls out soft and soothing; It's okay, little one. Be calm.
Amalia attempts to soothe the fawn in the cage
Amalia attempts to soothe the fawn in the cage
