The rest of the day is strange. There's a sense of tension that Lenore can't place, but at the same time, it feels like a different type of tension has crumbled away. It's confusing, but it doesn't feel bad. Just... unusual.
The worst part might be that Lenore's unable to tell if anyone else feels the shift or if it's just her. It's completely possible she's overthinking it. After all, she hasn't had much to do beyond thinking since she returned from the capital and has been forced to spend most of her time resting to the point that she's starting to wonder if she'll never fully recover and nobody has told her yet. It's possible, she thinks. She wasn't the healthiest going into the banquet after a long carriage ride and years spent living off the basic meals her uncle provided, like he was doing her a favor by giving her a place to sleep and food.
