After breakfast, Zilia finally found a quiet moment to speak with Amelie in private. She spotted her in the garden, tending to the plants, and gently reached out to take the watering pot from her hands.
"Let me do that. You shouldn't carry heavy things," Zilia said softly.
Amelie tilted her head with a small smile. "It's not that heavy," she replied. Then, her tone shifted slightly. "How are things going between you and Brother Casaio? I know it's personal, but… I hope things are getting better."
Zilia hesitated for a moment before answering, her gaze drifting to the flowers.
"I'm not sure, Amelie. Casaio has become so hard to read lately. One moment, I see love in his eyes. The next, it's as if that love turns to resentment." A wistful sigh escaped her lips. "But I can't blame him. It's because of what I did to us."
