[... Magic and pain are a given everywhere, she supposes. The latter doesn't suit Gale who had begun this small adventure with Amelia with optimism that drew even her out. He didn't deserve to have this shame laid bare for her to hear, not when his emotions were so clear that even a stunted woman like her could see what it was doing to him internally.

The issue with the goddess having a mortal lover aside, it was the stark rejection that rings in her ears and makes Amelia sympathize with Gale. No matter what the witch's opinion was, he loved and had been loved by a being so central to his life only for that to disappear for whatever reason.

It was like and unlike what happened to herself. But where Gale somehow managed to be someone good, it had taken her years to pick herself up to be just a little functional.

Amelia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She opens them again and looks directly at him unflinchingly.]

If you would like to talk about it, then let me know. Not now, of course, but I can listen. Just like with your other afflictions, it sounds like you've been carrying a lot, Gale.

[She glances down at the ground, feeling especially odd about extending such a courtesy.]

All magickind carries a weight. No matter where we end up or what form we take seems.