Far from where Patricia was, Zara needed a way to calm her raging thoughts and refocus. Her emotions were spiraling, and she feared that if she didn't find some form of release, things might spiral beyond repair. So, without overthinking it, she made her way to Silas's room, halting just in front of the door.
She didn't want to take advantage of him but right now, she needed something, someone, to anchor her. To cool the storm raging inside her.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she opened the door without knocking, stepped inside, and locked it behind her. Then she turned around and leaned against it, catching her breath.
Silas, who had been looking through some pictures at his table, heard the door but didn't look up immediately, assuming it was a maid. But when the silence lingered, he turned, and paused when he saw her standing there.
Standing up, "Zara?" He called, squinting slightly to be sure it was her.
