As time passed beneath the vast night sky, accompanied by the gentle whisper of a cool breeze, Amara's calm voice broke the silence. "Let us head inside, it is getting late."
None of them refused her suggestion. With soft nods of agreement, they rose from their seats upon the balcony couches. Jenna, ever present and attentive, immediately stepped forward. With quiet grace, she cleared away the cups and plates, bowed respectfully, and vanished with them. She had no desire to obstruct the family's movement or linger in their presence.
Stepping back into the building, the four of them walked side by side, conversing idly. It was, in truth, their final walk together for the night.
"Good night, Anthony. Until tomorrow morning," Amara said with a serene smile as they reached the long hallway that branched off toward their respective chambers.
