[ He's ready to go. Amos metaphorically has one foot out the door, ready to lead Rand; he metaphorically stops mid-step, and at the bitter sound coming from Rand's throat, internally sighs.

Probably should've foreseen this, just like he knew Rand was going to say he was fine when he's clearly not. Really, if Amos had the choice between giving Rand the Kenoma right now or the kid admitting that he's not fine after all, he would've taken the former every single time. Just not the way his luck is shaping out. ]

Martyr. It doesn't have to be a whole thing. Look — [ and he holds up the back of his right hand, where a scar resembling the sign of the Lover is — ] I came out of the Lover shrine. Some of what it's supposed to say about me, sure, I can see it. But not all of it.

[ Does he really seem like a loving type, come on now. ]

Way I see it, you're still you. Not like it matters all that much what cavern you come out of. You're still gonna do what feels right to you, no matter what this place has decided to call you.

[ His voice is a casual drawl; this is all pretty obvious stuff to him, but he really would prefer if they could get going — damage control has never been his strong suit. ]