This is by far the strangest thing Amelia's ever done in her life, but she tries not to let her vague curiosity show. Her hands are rested against her lap and as much as she wants to ask why she could possibly need more dirt, she doesn't. She still doesn't trust herself to speak without snapping at him.

When he summons the light, her eyes track its movements until he speaks again. She takes one last deep breath and lets it out slowly before nodding in answer. Her eyes meet his for a moment to make sure he understands the message: I trust you. Do what you think is best.