At noon, Leeora went to check on Ember, entering without making a single sound. Leeora didn't knock on the door worried that she might disturb Ember's sleep.
When she entered the house, she saw the girl still in bed but she was wide awake. She had completely wrapped her body with a blanket, her green eyes warily staring at the door, as if she was scared of something—or someone—but could do nothing but shiver in distress. It didn't take time for Leeora to understand the human girl had withdrawn once more out of instinctive fear of the King.
"Ember, it's me, Leeora." The elderly elf put the basket in her hand on the table and went towards the bed. "I have brought the bread that you like the most. You are probably hungry. Come have some."
Ember looked at the basket but shook her head saying she didn't want to.
"Everything will be fine, Ember. Trust me, you can relax. There is no one else but me here. The King has left, and it's just you and me now."
