She'd spent a great deal of time inside the temple, probably more than such a small space warranted.  Several turns through the main corridor had allowed ample time for Amal to inspect each of the statues of Spira's High Summoners; there wasn't one for Braska and the realization made the mage's heart turn.  High Summoner Braska's Calm hadn't lasted long enough for any sculptor from Bevelle to create a masterpiece and have it delivered somewhere so far reaching as Besaid.<br/><br/>Stopping in front of the figure of Lord Mi'ihen, the mage crossed her arms over her chest and stared into the High Summoner's stone eyes like they might hold the answers to questions she was too afraid to ask.<br/><br/>No matter how hard she tried, Amal couldn't shake the feeling there were forces far deeper than anything she could comprehend at work.  She hadn't joined two strangers for an adventure to turn around at the first sign of trouble.  Certainly there was a place for her here somewhere.  Maybe if she looked inward…<br/><br/>Amal knew deep down in the most secret part of her heart she wasn't the same as Agustin.  She wanted to find a way to help Spira; it was that distinction, she decided, which would always set them apart and remain the constant source of disagreement in their relationship.  Her motivation was to help her fellow man, but Agustin's was to protect himself.<br/><br/>Though what guidance such knowledge could offer her remained to be seen<br/><br/>Wakka's words had a dramatic effect on her reverie; the mage's heart was still struggling with the guilt she felt over her missed opportunity to correct him.  She wasn't Ethan's Guardian.  Not yet; but his kind words had caused her to wonder if she might make for a suitable addition to Ethan's party, after all.<br/><br/>Chiron knew all of the basic spells and he'd proven to her through practical application of everything she'd taught him he might one day make for a powerful mage.  Amal had years more of training; she wasn't battle-tested, as the Sinspawn debacle had made painfully clear but she was willing to learn.<br/><br/>Maybe it was time she flipped their relationship upside down by asking Chiron to become her teacher.  If he would help her… understand how to keep herself safe, she wouldn't be a liability to the Pilgrimage.<br/><br/>For the first time in a long while, Amal felt confident she could find a way to help Ethan.  But before she made up her mind, she needed to talk to Chiron.<br/><br/>Hurrying out of the temple, she scanned her surroundings and noticed both Harris and Chiron had drifted off not far from where she'd left them.  In the dim light of dawn, she made her way nearer her companions and shook her head in exasperation when she noticed how her Moogle had curled up beside the warrior.  He was asleep and she didn't have it in her heart to wake him.<br/><br/>'In the morning, then,' she thought to herself.  Seeing the Blitzer and the warrior asleep suddenly made the mage realize how tired she felt.  Stifling a yawn behind the back of her hand, Amal took the same seat she'd occupied earlier and fell asleep almost as soon as her head found the wall behind her.