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Emberline was seated at the small, chipped dining table, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea when the knock came. She wasn’t expecting anyone—Elena had already left for work minutes ago. For a moment, she debated ignoring it. But the knocking continued and with a sigh, she pushed back her chair and stood.

Last night’s fever seemed to not be a bother anymore. She moved towards the door with a caution. When she opened it, the sight of Nicholas standing there was as unexpected as it was unsettling.

“Nicholas,”

He shifted his weight onto his cane, looking more fragile than she remembered. His face was pale, his frame thinner, but his eyes, though downcast, carried an intensity she couldn’t quite place.

“I’ve come—” he began.

“I can see that,” she interrupted, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles.

He looked up at her then, his gaze faltering under hers. “How are you doing now?”

“Better than before.”

“That’s good.” He nodded.