[Back in the Vale, Amelia had told Gale before the reveal of her memory fragment that she had nothing to hide. It's less so that and more that she had everything to hold onto. Most witches and psychics were aware she was the singular student of the Witch King. Some even understood that it wasn't a desirable position to be in. Even fewer people understood what it was like for those four decades.
She isn't like Gale who has opened up to her in a rather major way. She doesn't trust easily and is guarded when it comes to matters of the heart. To share anything about herself felt pointless, a cry for help when help was long past due. Amelia wants to maintain a veneer of stoicism.
It's served her well in a world of mysterious and finicky beings, self-interested magickind, and ambitious espers. Amelia hadn't expected much to change with a vacation but she's been proven wrong so early on. Through her own actions and interactions, something has slowly been changing within her. It's not immediate but it's there, like a seed sown in her heart the moment she checked in.
Amelia stands ups.]
Either way... I'm glad you trust me. I think you at least deserve a definitive promise on my end though.
[Both of her hands are held out to Gale, offering to help him stand up.]
For instance, I promise that I won't be going around telling anyone about what ails you. Past and present.
[He takes the offered hands, closing his own around them and taking care not to put too much of the burden on her as he gets to his feet— the assistance is certainly appreciated, going a long way to help him maintain his balance, and admittedly, he feels weaker than he would like. Here, further from Mystra's reach, the discomfort the orb has always caused him remains persistent as ever, though it's only now that he realizes it has, perhaps, grown moreso in the time he's been away. A gradual change, but change nonetheless.]
I have no doubt you'll be the soul of discretion. I would hate to cause anyone alarm.
[Once more, he is all warmth, his smile genuine despite the painful display he'd given her only a few short minutes before. Even with the nagging discomfort that he's sure will follow for awhile yet, it is difficult to dwell on the ever-present burden when he still feels so deeply touched by the offer she had made.
Back on his feet in full, his hold on her hands remains, lingering.]
Even if a solution cannot be found... I do want you to know that it means a great deal to me that you offered. I have exhausted my resources in Faerun, trying to find a way to undo what I've done. I accept the consequences of my actions, but that you want to help me— that, I will not forget, regardless of the result.
[Amelia doesn't let go of Gale's hands as he stands up until she gives them a reassuring squeeze and draws back. His warm and genuine smile does something strange to her, making her heart twist. She bites her lower lip and casts her gaze down again.
She shouldn't be projecting.]
I'll see what I can do. After all that you told me, I have to at least try.
[And lord knows, that Amelia is good at trying and trying, and surviving despite it all.]
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She isn't like Gale who has opened up to her in a rather major way. She doesn't trust easily and is guarded when it comes to matters of the heart. To share anything about herself felt pointless, a cry for help when help was long past due. Amelia wants to maintain a veneer of stoicism.
It's served her well in a world of mysterious and finicky beings, self-interested magickind, and ambitious espers. Amelia hadn't expected much to change with a vacation but she's been proven wrong so early on. Through her own actions and interactions, something has slowly been changing within her. It's not immediate but it's there, like a seed sown in her heart the moment she checked in.
Amelia stands ups.]
Either way... I'm glad you trust me. I think you at least deserve a definitive promise on my end though.
[Both of her hands are held out to Gale, offering to help him stand up.]
For instance, I promise that I won't be going around telling anyone about what ails you. Past and present.
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I have no doubt you'll be the soul of discretion. I would hate to cause anyone alarm.
[Once more, he is all warmth, his smile genuine despite the painful display he'd given her only a few short minutes before. Even with the nagging discomfort that he's sure will follow for awhile yet, it is difficult to dwell on the ever-present burden when he still feels so deeply touched by the offer she had made.
Back on his feet in full, his hold on her hands remains, lingering.]
Even if a solution cannot be found... I do want you to know that it means a great deal to me that you offered. I have exhausted my resources in Faerun, trying to find a way to undo what I've done. I accept the consequences of my actions, but that you want to help me— that, I will not forget, regardless of the result.
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She shouldn't be projecting.]
I'll see what I can do. After all that you told me, I have to at least try.
[And lord knows, that Amelia is good at trying and trying, and surviving despite it all.]