Vesta stops once more, lowering her head as she draws in a slow, steadying breath. For a moment, she seems to gather herself before finally turning back.

She dips into a half-hearted curtsy.

“Baroness.” She does not smile. “I am… alive. As it seems.”

There is a quiet, brittle tension beneath her words, each one carefully controlled.

Saige’s grin slowly fades.

She shifts closer to Storm, slipping both hands around the draconian’s arm. Her brow furrows as she studies Vesta, suddenly quiet and deep in thought.

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