It's been two days following Amelia's collapse, and Poul assumed care for her temporarily. Early in the morning, he requested Jonathan to prepare her morning meal. Seated on the bed, Amelia, now free of dizziness, timidly wrung her hands as Poul placed the bed tray before her.
"It's all right, Sir Nielsen," she said. "The rest has done me well, and I am ready to return to my duties."
Poul gazed at Amelia with a concerned expression. He had been at her bedside since she collapsed, worrying about her health and well-being. "Are you certain, Amelia? Perhaps it would be best if you take a few more days to rest and recover fully," he suggested.
Amelia shook her head, her eyes were determined. "I appreciate your concern, Sir Nielsen, but I cannot remain idle for much longer. There is much work to be done, and I cannot afford to fall behind."
