Inside of Amelie's chest, the urge to unravel the secret behind the relationship she held with Saena's father bubbled up to her throat. Her silence had been left broiling for far too long, and even if the only other soul she had even spoken about Kisu was Fox (because she had pretty much forced the words out of her), she wished she could stop masking feelings that were destined to die anyways. Kisu wouldn't come back. And if he did, chances were that he wouldn't want her anymore.
Emptying the contents of her heart to the very child of the man in question might not be the wisest choice; but it was the only one in Amelie's mind. However, before another word could be pronounced, the pale teenager quicky changed shifted the conversation onto the infamous redhead that had torn the pack to pieces. She was a trending topic in the Plateu, and pretty much everywhere these days -- no matter what the topic was, her name was always mentioned here and there.
The yearling's lungs deflated like balloons, though she certaintly held a grudge against the rude and prying bitch, she did not believe she was the real culprit for Kisu's departure. ".. I don't think she had to do with that side of it.." she murmured. After all the havoc she had caused, she understood Saena's urge to blame her of every damage ever done. Though Amelie didn't like to contradict the child, she had to understand that she could not always use Fox as a escape-goat.
But again, without even stopping to consider her response, Saena begun to spit out theories about how Fox had re-programmed Peregrine's brain to make him a tool. Honestly, Peregrine could go fuck himself right now. The kind male that had greeted her when she had first arrived had died the moment he decided to go, and though the good memories would remain in her brain she didn't really give two fucks about what he did or did not do right now.
Without giving a response, and not thinking she even had one; Amelie raised her head again, her yellow eyes searching his face among the clouds.
