As Draiss finishes delivering the orders to his constructs to move out to the field, Ama moves up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist. "So, this is it, then?" she asks, quietly. "I'll spread the word. Assemble our allies. Give us an hour, two at the most, and you'll have the greatest army in the planes," she says, though she doesn't make any move to draw away from him.