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    Katelyn stood and stretched, feeling more like herself. After freshening up, she made her way to the room where Ashlyn was. Upon entering, Katelyn found Ashlyn seated by the window, a book in her hands, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun.


    But behind that beautiful face was a trace of worry, her eyes fixed on the distant garden, deep in thought. The book in her hands sat untouched.


    Recognizing the signs of distress, Katelyn approached her.


    At the sound of Katelyn’s approach, Ashlyn snapped out of her reverie and managed a forced smile. “Good morning.”


    Katelyn crouched beside Ashlyn, gently examining her wrist to ensure the injury was healing properly. Relieved, she looked up and softly inquired, “Is it Khalid that’s on your mind?”


    Though Ashlyn remained silent, her expression confirmed Katelyn’s suspicion.


    Katelyn recognized the concern in Ashlyn’s eyes and reassured her with a gentle tone. “Everything’s under control, don’t worry.”


    Khalid, still at the hospital, was looking after Ashlyn’s stand-in, fully aware of all the details.


    This news took Ashlyn by surprise. Her main worry had been that Khalid might learn about her injury and react poorly or that he would realize it was just a stand-in, potentially unraveling Katelyn’s carefullyid ns.


    Katelyn’s assurance allowed Ashlyn’s built-up tension to dissolve. Ashlyn expressed her gratitude. “I’m relieved to hear that. I feared anyplications might disrupt your careful nning.”


    Ashlyn’s concern always prioritized Katelyn, a fact that touched Katelyn deeply.


    Katelyn responded with a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to worry; the situation is under control. Right now, you should focus on resting and recovering. Leave everything else to me.”


    Katelyn changed the subject to lighten the mood. “Are you feeling hungry? Let’s go downstairs for some food.”


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    A smile broke across Ashlyn’s face at the suggestion. She nodded eagerly. “Yes, let’s eat.”


    Ashlyn rose slowly from her chair, testing her wrist gently. It still pained her slightly, but the difort was far less than the day before. They made their way to the dining room downstairs. After eating a bit, Katelyn decided to take some food to the small courtyard, focusing on treating the woman and easing her emotional turmoil.


    With the tray of food in hand, Katelyn opened the door to find the woman still positioned at the far end of the bed. The sound of the door caused the woman to flinch, clutch her pillow tighter, and inch backward.


    Her eyes were a bit less fearful than the day before, which Katelyn noted with a quiet sigh of relief. It was a small but positive change in her emotional state.


    Setting the tray down on the room’s table, Katelyn didn’t approach her immediately. Instead, she began to unveil the dishes she had brought. Given that they were currently in Yata and the woman was from Granville—telling by her appearance—Katelyn understood that familiar food could offerfort.


    She had instructed the kitchen to prepare some of Granville’s well-known snacks. The idea was simple: familiar tastes could evoke a feeling of safety and home.


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