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Amelia gained an amused smile and her shoulder's shook in what would've been a laugh, had she not been completely mute, when Elizabeth brought up that being kicked out a mile away meant she had spent less time with her brother, which was true. The less time she spent with him the better, though the thought made her feel a bit bad. When Elizabeth asked if she would like to head to the showers now, she nodded before signing back.
[i][color=a187be]Yes please. I hate feeling like this[/color][/i]. She said, which her friends probably knew. Amelia hated feeling sweaty or dirty outside of anything art related. She was fine with having clay on her hands, but not mud or regular dirt. It was an odd quirk of hers. She waited for Elizabeth to lead the way, adjusting her umbrella a bit and looking down at the Rose she had gotten from Brandon, gently and carefully spinning the flower around the examine it from every angle.