{Third Person}
Finally, Mrs. Woods forced herself to calm down.
Even though fear still lingered heavily inside her chest, she quickly lowered her gaze and pretended not to notice anything unusual.
"My Lady," she said softly, reaching for a nearby towel, "you should not soak too long today since you are already feeling weak."
Amara nodded tiredly from inside the bath. "I know…"
Her voice sounded softer than usual. Exhausted.
Mrs. Woods tried very hard not to look directly at the strange veins beneath Amara's skin again. Instead, she focused on preparing the hot tea Amara had requested.
The steam rising from the bath gradually softened the visibility of the veins little by little, which only made Mrs. Woods more desperate to leave quickly before Amara noticed her strange behaviour.
Meanwhile, Amara remained completely unaware.
She only leaned deeper into the warm water with visible relief while holding the hot cup of tea Mrs. Woods handed to her moments later.
