Amidst Cold Shoulders, A Helping Hand Calls

Elara winced as she attempted to stand from her chair, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle. The fall had been more severe than she initially thought.

Julian noticed her distress immediately. "Don't put weight on it," he instructed, moving to her side.

Several eyes turned toward them, including Damien's. His expression remained impassive, his attention quickly returning to his conversation with Bradley Newman.

"I'm fine," Elara insisted quietly, embarrassed by the attention.

Julian ignored her protest. "You're clearly not fine. Let me see."

He knelt beside her chair, gently lifting her ankle to examine it. The area was already swelling visibly.

"That needs ice and elevation," he said firmly. "I'm going to find the event coordinator and get some medical attention."

Before she could object further, Julian stood and addressed those at the table. "Please excuse us. Elara needs medical attention for her ankle."