Ama seems reluctant to go, but, eventually, she pulls away with a slight sigh, organizing the other companions to help deliver the thousands of messages, to all their allies across the planes; The Last Battle has come, and it is time to go to war.<br/><br/>Three hours later, she returns, leaning against him again. "We've done all we can, for the moment. Now, all we can do is wait, as the message spreads." She pauses, falls silent. "We should hold the ceremony now," she says, a seeming non-sequitor. "In case something happens."