As Alaric walked through the front door of his house, the weight of the day's events still pressing on his mind, he was met by the familiar presence of his grandmother, Morgana. She was standing in the center of the living room, her calm yet authoritative aura filling the space. Her piercing gaze softened slightly as she looked at him, sensing the turmoil that had been bubbling inside him for weeks.
"Lucy will be fine in a few weeks," Morgana said, her voice smooth and steady as always. "Her recovery will take time, but she is resilient."
Alaric exhaled, the tension in his shoulders loosening ever so slightly. Morgana's reassurance was something he desperately needed, though it didn't diminish the burning rage that still simmered beneath his surface.
