[Third Person].
The next morning passed in familiar rhythm.
Meredith and Draven completed their usual run in the early hours, followed by training and breakfast together.
The estate felt calm—too calm, perhaps—but neither of them commented on it.
When it was time to check on Xamira, Meredith deliberately slowed her steps. "You go ahead first," she told Draven.
He paused for a moment, nodded and continued toward Xamira's bedroom.
Meanwhile, Meredith turned away and headed for her workstation. Inside, the room still smelled faintly of dried herbs. She moved straight to the shelf where she had placed the glass bottle the previous day.
The liquid inside was clear, slightly tinted from the herbs—harmless in truth, though no one else needed to know that.
She slipped the bottle into her sleeve and left.
When Meredith arrived at Xamira's bedroom, the door was already open.
