Emeliana’s voice travels across the remaining space of the room, calm but directed. Amethyst feels her spine tighten the moment her name is spoken, and turns fully as Emeliana approaches her. Emeliana's steps are slow as her heels click softly against the floor, her posture composed, and her hands resting at her sides. Around them, the room has grown quiet again as if it hadn't erupted into celebration only moments ago. This time, the air is much denser, filled with anticipation and unease, every person still present, except maybe Emelio and Franky, being painfully aware of exactly how dire the situation is...
“Once again,” Emeliana begins, her gaze focused on Amethyst’s face, “on behalf of my family, I wanted to thank you. Without your help, we would not have been able to save my brother
