{Third Person}
The room was quiet after Amara returned, the kind that made her thoughts louder than they ought to be.
She sat on the edge of her bed, still in the clothes she had worn earlier, her fingers loosely clasped together as her gaze remained fixed on nothing in particular.
The laughter from the field still echoed faintly in her mind, blending with memories of her friends.
Amara exhaled slowly and leaned back slightly, but the feeling didn't ease. If anything, it pressed deeper.
After a while, she pushed herself up, having had enough of it. If something could be done, she would find out.
She walked over to the mirror, pausing just long enough to study her reflection. Her expression had softened, but there was still a trace of something unsettled beneath it. She adjusted a loose strand of hair, straightened slightly, then turned and stepped out.
Mrs. Woods was just outside, speaking quietly with a servant. She turned immediately when she noticed Amara.
"My lady?"
