Camilla clenched her jaw, caught in a battle between her emotions and her convictions. Adela's parting words had struck a chord with her: "Your face, I am really afraid of it. I don't want to see my friends suffer, not you nor Francis."
Without further ado, Adela departed, leaving Camilla alone in the room with her turbulent thoughts. The spirit of anesthesia, a constant companion in these trying times, chose this moment to speak once more. "She's just threatening you; did you see it?" it remarked, a voice of reason and reassurance amidst the turmoil.
As Camilla sat alone on the floor, her face displayed a weariness that ran deep. The emotional turmoil she had been experiencing had taken its toll.
**
Adela gracefully descended the grand staircase, her presence commanding attention.
