[ME] (SE) like rats out of a sinking ship

“The writing,” she answers truthfully. “What did you see?” The question causes a bit of a titter to herself, because of course Amalia does not see. She just judges. But even that thought isn’t enough to cause ire in the Wraith right now. She lets her hand be taken, leaning against whatever may be nearby that will support her weight. “Mmmmm. Yes. Yes.” Yes, Amalia sums it up well. The Wraith pats the cool marble like a pillow, though of course it doesn’t budge. Oh well, it’s a good enough pillow. Turning back to the other demigod, she seems to look clearly at the girl and says very matter-of-factly. “Hide the metal and you’ll kill us, Loren.” It is Loren who sits before her, it is not? With that tawny mane of hair? "But then you'd do that out of pure suspicion, wouldn't you?" Sing-songy, the Wraith laughs again, the bitter truth surprisingly funny right now. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here