Amelia sighs and shifts. "Kianna, talk to me. How can you be sure that this boy knew Fabine?" She asks quietly. She shakes her head a bit. "Why were you so determine to hurt someone? Is something going on? What happened? I want to help." Amelia really did want to help. As much as Kianna ticked her off at times with her hauty attitude, Amelia sort of looked up to the girl. She was brave and strong and fierve, all qualities Amelia wanted.