When Amélie had returned from her mission, she had texted Marjara to let her know she was back and that she would come see her later. Later ended up turning into days. If the elf had messaged her to find out what was going on, there were no responses. In fact, Amélie had barely picked up her omnicom during the time she was dealing with the loss of Sombra and her own mental state.

She had always been fine keeping to herself, but she'd become so reclusive that she barely emerged from the Dorado biome. After her third time dodging her required psych evaluation, she removed herself from active duty and tried to find things to do with herself. But the thoughts kept finding their way back in.

Her kidnapping. Gerard. The dark pit of despair she drowned in when they dragged her from her home with her husband's blood on her hands. The desires to end everything. That last night together before Talon ruined everything. Her apathy power prevented her from actually feeling things, but she remembered what it had felt like. And in some ways that was worse - knowing the way it compromised her while maintaining the logic to know it wasn't affecting her.

It was after a rather nihilistic encounter with an old 'friend' that Amélie realized she needed something. Someone. And all she had left was Marjara. So, she went to the elf's forest, wearing loose linen pants and a long sleeved shirt. Thankful her blue skin hid some of the bruising from the fight she'd recently been in, but the scrapes on the side of her face couldn't be hidden. When she found Marjara, she didn't say anything. She wasn't even sure what she wanted from the elf, so she just stood there, uncomfortably, looking at her with dull eyes.