The moment Salviana, Jean, and the rest stepped into their quarters, they were met with the warm yet startled faces of their maids—Thalia, Emma, and Sarah.
"My Lady! You've returned!" Thalia gasped, stepping forward with relief clear on her face.
Emma, the most expressive of the three, put a hand to her chest. "And in one piece! Thank the heavens, we were worried sick."
Sarah, ever the reserved one, merely nodded, though the way she quickly stepped forward to help remove Salviana's cloak spoke volumes.
Before the maids could launch into more questions, Salviana spoke, her tone firm yet warm. "We don't have much time to rest. We're leaving again soon. Pack a luggage for us—essentials only. We're traveling."
A beat of silence followed.
The three maids exchanged glances.
"You're—traveling? So soon?" Thalia asked carefully, as if she had misheard.
"To where, My Lady?" Emma's brows furrowed.