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The girls looked like they were about to cry.
Elena sighed.
Her anger softened just slightly, but her authority did not.
"He returned," she said quietly. "He came back from purgatory alive. Do you know what that means."
The tray girl nodded rapidly.
"It means he is strong."
Elena shook her head.
"It means he is tired," she corrected. "It means his mind has not fully come home yet, even if his body has."
Her gaze sharpened.
"Do not disturb him today," she ordered. "No questions. No gifts. No sneaking near his door to listen like you are spies for the City Lord."
The comb girl looked offended.
"We were not listening."
Elena lifted the broom a fraction.
The comb girl immediately became respectful again.
"Yes, Auntie Elena."
Elena pointed down the hall.
"Go to your work," she said. "Kitchen. Laundry. Courtyard. Anywhere except here."
The girls hesitated, clearly suffering.
"But what if he calls for us," the tray girl asked, voice hopeful.
Elena's mouth twitched.
