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Amalia had not thought much on the loss of Cerne. He was her friend, but he had also been secretive, strange. He was a seer, and thus had heavier burdens on his mind than most. She was not worried yet, though how was she to know that in coming days as their patriarch left them, they would lose more and be more vulnerable than anyone else.

Amalia blinked at him with green eyes, fully at his face for amoment and then gave a brisk nod. No it is not. I hadn't fully thought of that I suppose. I'm not much of a future planner.

She shrugged. Again her father's words coming to haunt her. Careless. Reckless. Childish. She gave a soft sigh. Perhaps she would need to work on herself.

Her offer had been a genuine one and also a selfish one, though she didn't quite understand why it was selfish or even why she wanted him there with her, but she did.

Amalia wagged her tail, her body giving a little wiggle as she got excited. Yes! I love children. Though.

She frowned in thought. I do not think they will be in the cards for me. So I will just love on the ones I can.

She did not wish to sour his imaginings of her leaders by telling him, they did not like others to have children. It seemed that perhaps mates were okay, but she wasn't entirely certain about babes.