A slight gasp escaped Amalias' lips. Deaths... any sort of death made her feel horrible. Especially of a noble, though.

"I suppose we'd not be nobles in this land - even if we retain what we had. A nation, and me..."

A pause, as Amalia ponders her next words carefully, before...

"Before I arrived in this Kalos... a Kalos without my friends... I was going to begin a journey. We'd best travel together - if there are those who'd think ill of us here. Even if we're here without those who we'd know, it would be best to have some form of herd protection."