{Third Person}
After breakfast, the next morning, Amara settled at the small table near the window in her living room, a stack of parchment laid neatly before her.
Sunlight filtered in, soft and steady, casting a calm glow over the space.
Ginger sat at her feet, tail curled neatly around her body, unusually well-behaved as she watched Amara's movements with quiet attention.
Amara dipped the pen into ink and continued writing.
Her expression had softened compared to the past few days. There was a lightness to her now, something almost peaceful, as her thoughts drifted between the words on the page and the friends she hadn't seen in so long.
Every now and then, she paused, staring briefly at what she had written before continuing again, careful and deliberate.
A knock came shortly after and Mrs. Woods stepped in.
"My lady," she said, "Ms. Nora is here to see you."
