Amaya goes through the meeting almost in a daze.  She and her parents have never been close, and she's not really sure how to deal with their attention -- although she can't deny that it feels nice to actually see them smile.  Even if she doesn't really grasp how any of it happened.  "Yes, Father.  Yes, Mother.  I'll, um, do my best.  I promise I won't disappoint you."<br/><br/>She has no idea if she can really keep that promise, of course.  Meeting the Scarlet Empress?  How do you make a good impression on the woman who claimed the Sword of Creation and struck down the Fair Folk?  How do you even<em>talk</em>to someone like that?<br/><br/>Her train of thought is abruptly derailed as she catches sight of the portrait, and promptly goes crashing to the floor.  It's a moment or two before Amaya's vision clears, as she gasps, only to discover that there's no water and she can breathe just fine.<br/><br/>"Mistress!  Mistress, are you all right?"<br/><br/>With a groan, Amaya accepts her worried slave's hand, getting to her feet.  It's not very dignified, but no one's watching anyway.  "I'm fine, Vel," she murmurs.  "I think."  She casts her gaze about the hall, but she doesn't know any spirit-sensing Charms, so there's little help for it.  "We might have a ghost or an angry spirit, though.  We'd better get out of here and tell the Immaculates, or at least someone who knows the right Charms."  She sets off at a decent pace, not really wanting to be around the probable danger zone any longer than necessary.