Amelia peered down through her mask at Bastien, laughing freely at his apparent infatuation with her friend. How odd yet entirely convenient that this curse had left her with the ability to speak. Amelia for her part had been gobsmacked when she found out what had happened to Phyri, and couldn't help but worry that she might be stuck like this forever. She knew that worry wasn't something she wanted to voice aloud; as much as Phyri liked the dark and gloomy, this wasn't a fate she could see the raven-haired poet accepting freely.

"I can confirm that," she added dryly, looking at Phyri perched on Eavan's shoulder. "Having had to put up with his refusing a wash when Eva was gone!" She would also not willingly admit that this situation had thoroughly amused her. Not one to be a very good liar, despite her attempts to conceal her thoughts, her lips tugged upward in an amused smirk.