They sat in silence for a little bit, until Razor said something that she didn't understand. But he leaned down and brushed against her face, making her lean into his touch. A soft hum rumbled in her throat as she was allowed to press into him. They both looked back down to the snail, who was very slowly crawling away. Razor's words made her ears twitch, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He was right, the snail was so fragile, one misstep would leave it crushed beneath your paw. And yet, it didn't move fast at all. It just slowly made its way towards where it wanted to go, never breaking pace. "Its amazing what we can learn from a creature so small and breakable," she replied in a whisper. Amalia leaned down and gently bumped her nose against its smooth shell, but still it moved no faster. A soft laugh left her lips, turning to look up at her nephew. A small smile was offered to him as she righted herself, a sigh rushing out of her lungs. "What do you do when you feel so lost, Razor?" she asked softly, eyes carefully staying on the snail.
