[ It takes her a moment of looking at the hand offered to actually take it — and when she does, she keeps her grip light as possible, the chill of her palm bitingly, unnaturally cold. For just this fleeting moment... she can take this hand. Chalk it up to being lost in her thoughts. The crease between her brows deepens just a bit more, enough to be plainly visible, as she rises from the floor. ]

Thank you, Amelia. I'm deeply appreciative of your efforts.

[ Her head bows a bit. Certainly proper, but lacking the usual stoic perfection with which she offers her daily manners. She retracts her hand slowly from her, to fold back in front of herself politely. ]

And... I am pleased to hear that — [ You? ] she one day walked free. Following her years of solitude. I will remember this story for some time.

[ It's perhaps the most genuine thing she's said to the other woman — a bitter note of knowing humming low beneath the cool evenness of her cadence. If Amelia was the girl who had learned to help others eventually, after being cast away for so long... then she is truly relieved that she was not trapped in such a state for eternity. ]