Once they returned home, Rosmira was the first to rush toward Ivan. The boy's shoulders slumped, his steps heavy, and his face pale with exhaustion and sadness. He looked so defenceless, so unlike the brave young man who had faced Etienne only hours ago.
Rosmira's heart tightened as she reached for him. Her eyes flicked toward Sienna-Rose, searching for guidance. The sorceress met her gaze and silently mouthed a single word—"Later." Understanding, Rosmira nodded and quietly followed Ivan up the stairs to his room, determined to stay at his side until he found rest.
Claire, on the other hand, placed a firm hand on Sienna-Rose's arm and pushed her gently but insistently. "Go," she whispered. "Follow her. She needs you now more than any of us."
