Lucia
Back at the lodge, the afternoon sun streamed through the common room windows, warming the large, well-worn stone hearth.
Serena sat on the soft rug in the center of the room, meticulously trimming the roots of various herbs, her movements precise and calm. Lucia found a comfortable spot nearby, reaching over to help her and sharing a smile when their hands brushed.
The quiet hum of companionship was a soothing balm after Kaelen's intense revelations.
"How's Anya?" Lucia asked, her voice soft.
Serena glanced up, her light eyes warm. "Stronger. Still needs rest, but your gift… it truly is something, Lucia. You pulled her back from the edge." Her gaze lingered for a moment, a hint of admiration, before she returned to her task. "She'll be grateful, once…her anger fades."
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