Redhawk Caldera When lightning crashes the sunrise

Amalia had a lot to say about his updates. Atreus stayed quiet, letting her finish before he could even formulate a response. There were several questions at play and he wanted to give each some thought before answering.

I really don’t know, he said regarding the atmospheric changes in Mereo, and I have no intention of leaving. But if I change my mind about that, I’ll come here and let you know, first thing, Atreus promised.

He gave her second batch of queries a bit more contemplation before saying, I think I feel the same way: quality is more important than quantity. I don’t think I want to make friends just for the sake of it. It’s just that, meeting Ink… I guess I want that? I mean, clearly I’m not ready for a relationship… but someday, I guess?

That didn’t come out as articulately as he’d like, though Atreus knew Amalia wouldn’t judge him. And hopefully she understood what he was trying to say, even if he wasn’t entirely confident of his own point.