Third-person POV
Electra waited for either Irina, Penelope, or Roxana to say something after she finished explaining about the ugly creature that had shown up in her room earlier this morning and told her about Solara, her mother.
She sat on the edge of her bed, her posture relaxed but her expression distant, her gaze fixed somewhere ahead of her without really seeing anything. She could feel their eyes on her, could feel the tension building in the silence, but she didn't rush to fill it. She had already said more than she intended to, and now it was up to them to react, even though a part of her almost wished they wouldn't.
