As Benedict and the village chief continued their discussion, Ophelia found herself watching the unfolding events from the sidelines. The open hall at the entrance of Archer Manor became a stage for the coordination of relief efforts, with servants and villagers navigating the space with a shared purpose.
With a sense of detachment, Ophelia observed the scene before her. The hum of voices, the rustle of blankets being distributed, and the occasional flash of lightning outside formed a disjointed symphony. Though she stood at the heart of the activity, a subtle distance separated her from the decisions being made.
Her eyes followed Benedict's movements, noting the efficiency with which he directed the staff and attended to the needs of the villagers. The realization that she was no longer an active participant in the household's affairs settled within her, creating a bittersweet awareness.
