The metaphorical weight she's been feeling becomes a very real one as she slumps forward, her elbows finding her knees and her hands covering her face. Adia may not be a healer, but she knows enough to make educated guesses. And if she doesn't have an answer, if she's scrambling like this? Amelia's certain she knows the truth.

"Don't bother." Her voice is muffled behind her hands, and thick with the effort of holding back tears. "I don't want hope when he's... he won't... c-come..."

Anything further she might have said is cut off by the lack of air in her lungs. She can't breathe through the pain anymore. Her shoulders shake as silent sobs wrack her body and tears slip out down her cheeks. Her closest friend, one of the only people who cared about her, is gone and he's not coming back. It hurts like all of the heartache she's ever experienced coming down on her all at once and she can't even think straight enough to try to hide. To run.

She struggles for a few moments for a breath, inhaling sharply when she finally manages it. "I-I can't... I can't do this. I can't be here without... h-him." Her fingers inch their way up her face and grip her hair tightly, pulling some of it loose from the braid it's pulled back into as the sadness turns quickly to grief-fueled rage. "I can't lose the last person in this place who means this much to me!"