Fiona’s POV.
“I have something urgent to attend to today, and so does Ellia,” Amelia tells me as she slips on a lace trimmmed white top.
I look up from my plate of food and nod slowly at her, really debating whether or not I should ask where she’s going. We’d slipped into some form of a routine these past few days, Amelia would tend to her maid duties in the morning - duties I wonder why she even bothers to carry out - then she’s return and spend most of her day with me, no mater what state I was in, chipper and talkative or silent and mellow, Ellia would try her best to hang out with us but this week she’d spent it mostly with the warriors, and she’d been much too tired to even drop by.
“Where are you going?” I finally decided to ask.
She shoots me an amused look then turns back t
