"Juniper must be struggling on her own," Amelie murmured, her voice laced with a gentle reproach. She focused on the task at hand, carefully dabbing moisturizer onto Noah's soft cheeks. "You should have given her a few more days, Gabriel. Finding a decent place to live isn't something that can be done in a single afternoon."
Gabriel stood by the window with a rigid posture. "I have to return the sword to its original place," he stated.
Amelie paused, looking up at him with a frown. "You intend to return to Aurevalis just to exhume the late King's grave again? That is nothing but an unnecessary ordeal, Gabriel. Keep the sword safe here. I truly believe the late King would have wanted his legacy to remain in the hands of those who can protect it."
