Elara's POV
Freya came back to the dorm with a different energy about her.
I noticed it the moment she walked through the door, that particular glow that had nothing to do with the time of day or how much sleep she had gotten, that specific kind of quiet happiness that settled on a person after something significant had happened and they hadn't fully processed it yet.
She looked lighter somehow, like something she had been carrying had been set down somewhere and she hadn't picked it back up yet. Even the way she moved into the room was different, slower, more settled in herself, like she was still somewhere in her head replaying whatever had just happened and didn't mind being there.
She dropped her bag on the floor, sat down on her bed, looked at me directly, and said it plainly.
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