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Amelia stiffened as she watched Tarn smack Marie, outraged and disappointed. The tongue lashing he gave Marie was nothing compared to that sharp crack that reverberated through the dark alleyway; the rain did nothing to hide that echoing ring in her ears. Amelia stepped forward and lightly grasped Marie’s wrist, trying to calm her down through Tarn’s tirade. The older woman didn't have to cover for her and Amelia thought of it as one of the sweetest gestures she'd be exposed to in the Seeds. She just hoped Marie wouldn't hold it against her.

When Tarn gave them new orders and walked away Amelia lightly tugged upon Marie’s wrist. She whispered a small “I’m sorry.” with a silent promise she’d pay her back for this later. With a slight apologetic nod Amelia then started dashing towards the commotion in a hurry.