She nods, as this is a shared experience, it seems.

"They keep the world turning it feels like, sometimes. They are always there, always happy to see you and dispense their sweets. For me, it was a lovely lady with a gulab jamun cart. Not what you would usually see, but she was very passionate about them and the syrup she made herself," Amara says with a nod, though she doesn't know whatever became of her after she left her hometown with Siren powers. "She would infuse it with saffron. Beautiful."

Amara tilts her head, smiling. "I see. I am from Partali, but some things are universal, eh?"