[Third Person].
As the evening gradually drew to a close, the atmosphere in the grand hall softened.
Conversations lost their sharp edges, laughter became lighter, and servants moved efficiently between tables, clearing dishes and refilling glasses one last time.
A few women approached Meredith, attempting small, polite conversations, compliments about her gown, vague remarks about the performances, careful comments meant to keep themselves in her good graces now that it was clear where the balance of power truly lay.
Meredith responded with grace, but without warmth. She smiled, thanked them, and excused herself one by one, making it clear that the night had taken enough from her already.
Helena found her just as she turned away from the last group.
"Luna, leaving already?" Helena asked quietly.
Meredith nodded. "Yes. I think I have had my fill of socializing for one evening."
Helena smiled, relieved. "I was hoping you would say that."
