The following two days passed more quickly than Amelia expected, the hours blending together until time itself seemed to blur. With her injured ankle still tender and limiting her movement, she found herself forced into a quieter role within the household. Instead of being the one caring for others, she became the one who needed attention. Alan, ever observant, adjusted with surprising ease, reversing their usual arrangement. Rather than Amelia providing treatments, Alan came to her for checkups, applying his knowledge with calm precision.
Jarel, meanwhile, took command of the household in a way that was both efficient and slightly intimidating. He managed the children, the staff, and even the smallest domestic details with the discipline of a seasoned drill sergeant. His voice, firm yet not unkind, carried through the halls as he set schedules, organized meals, and ensured that everything ran smoothly despite Amelia's temporary limitations.
