"I'd like it if things worked out." There's some color in her cheeks again when she admits that. Guess that means she has at least some idea of what she wants if she ever gets back home.

"Are you going to help me with my hair and be my dance partner as well?" Amelia's got a smirk for you in return, Verity. "I suppose I should see to getting a new dress made, then. Can't go to a ball dressed in armor and covered in easily seen weapons. My father would would never stand for such a thing." The thought gives her a reason to laugh again. Only a little, and very softly, but it's something. After days of being as low as she could possibly get, it's nice to want to smile and laugh.