The miasma in the city has been unpleasant, to say the least, and when the call to arms goes out, Amelia responds immediately. She has been stagnating, really, and the chance to have an impact on the war is welcomed. Her arrival at the palace is prompt, delayed only briefly by a quick personal message to a certain draconic fellow. This is not the sort of thing one undertakes alone, after all, and she is interested at the prospect of seeing Temeraire in action.

That there will be no returning from the bottle world until the corruption is removed is of no concern to her; Amelia would not have intended to leave the job half-finished even if the option were available. For the time being, she approaches the bottle as closely as she is able to without alarming the guards. The thing itself is fascinating, and she desires to inspect it a little more thoroughly.

Funny that such a small trinket could be the source of all the dark mist plaguing the turtle.