[Valhalla family's estate.]
A soft shimmer of displaced air heralded the arrival of Amara and Leyla in the opulent privacy of Amara's bedroom.
"This is entirely my fault, Master. Because of my impulsive actions, Master had to reveal herself," Leyla said, her gaze fixed on her feet, a deep sense of remorse evident in her posture.
Amara turned to face her devoted disciple, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "No, Leyla, it wasn't your fault."
As she spoke, the intricate, silver-white armor that had encased her moments before dissolved into trails of shimmering light, the ethereal particles coalescing and disappearing into her right earring.
"It was merely a misunderstanding... However, next time, please communicate before acting. If you hadn't employed the specific skill I taught you, I would have remained unaware of the danger you were in," Amara sighed softly, then moved towards her antique dressing mirror and sat down.
