Ama merely wraps her arms around him as he talks, offering him her presence. "Are you?" she asks, already anticipating the answer, but continuing on.<br/><br/>"Yes. I was hoping I'd be able to resolve it a little more... easily. Though, you can hardly blame my daughters for being... envious," she says, tactfully. "I imagine it must feel to them the same way a human feels, when confronted with an archon, for the first time; insignificant and short-lived," she says, with a slight chuckle. "We're not a people that... adapt well to change, after all. The idea of so much changing so rapidly is, to say the least, rather overwhelming, especially to many of the older girls."