Retreating hands back to her sides, Amelia rested her posture- she stood in a more normal and relaxed, showing off the demeanor of no threats to him. Gods, he was cranky. But somehow, she wasn’t surprised. Wandered off few steps away from the crow, the woman’s gaze changed to the horizon.
"You seem… out of it just now," She replied nonchalantly with a shrug on shoulders, "The look in your eyes were that of a lost sheep from its flock— quite fidgety, so I might as well check. Are you finding yourself unacquainted to this place, this Realm?"
"Are you… uncomfortable of this timeline?"
Naesala, of course, was not threatened. Not even the slightest even if the woman brandished a weapon. A blade was no match for his talons anyways— arrows however were much more fickle to deal with but she did not look like any archer to him.
He creased his brows together, slightly embarrassed at being caught and read so easily by someone who wasn’t even a heron. “Realm? It’d be wise of you to explain yourself.” The way she was saying it made it seem like jumping around past, present and future was something that existed. But then again, he did take part in the battle against a god and they were the winners so anything was possible at this point.