To say Amal wasn't raised with understanding parents...or parents in general was an understatement. He was not good with dealing with his own inner problems, or perhaps he was too good. He'd turned all of his anger and abandonment issues toward greed, lust, and a thirst for danger. That might not be the healthiest way to go about it, but it had served him well. 

Emmaline, on the other hand, hadn't quite gotten used to such a life. Yet she was likely more of a liar than even he. He could tell it took a lot to tell the truth, even to a stone abomination. Gingerly, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "You did well," He said in his accented Reikspiel. 

Her fair skin seemed to glow for a brief moment, and there was a simmer to her eyes that could only be magically related. It faded quickly, and was nearly gone when she turned to him. Emmaline wouldn't feel as if there was any great change, but the winds of magic flowed slightly more robustly about her, as if the cup where she kept her magic was filling a hair faster than usual. 

Amal, ignorant to the change, smiled. "You know, if we did not have other things to attend to first, I would kiss you. Let us save that for the end, eh?" He bumped her hip with his own playfully. It was a moment later that he noticed the fountains were now flowing once more, and he laughed triumphantly, heading toward the flowing water and sticking his head within, supping great gulps. 

His head whipped out after he had his fill, thick waves of hair now matted. "Emmaline, come here and drink. I know how much you northerners are not used to lacking water for any length of time."

Once the two had refilled their stomachs and waterskins, Amal and likely his lady companion now felt like doing nothing but sitting for a few minutes. Luckily, Amal was pleasantly surprised when the carpet flowed into the temple and twirled around them with joy." 

"Oh now he wants to fly," Emmaline smirked, squeezing the water out of her hair. 

"I say it is good timing." Amal replied, crouching and clapping for the fabric to approach like it was a stray dog. It didn't need to be told twice and flew over to him like lightning, twirling about until the thief caught it in a hug. "Ah, my friend it is good to see you. Can you take us to the temple at the far end of the city?" 
[@Penny]