Eleanor woke early, the faint glow of dawn seeping through the heavy curtains of her bedroom. Her senses stirred before her body fully did, and she instinctively reached out with her aura, brushing against a familiar presence lingering just outside the door.
"Ophelia," she thought, instantly alert. "She must have come to report her investigation results. I can't let her wait too long. Freya is still asleep… I'll have to step out quietly."
Eleanor slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick wash, she changed out of her soft sleepwear into a simple, elegant loungewear set. She moved with practiced grace as she stepped outside her room, carefully closing the door behind her so Freya wouldn't stir.
As she turned, she found Ophelia standing silently, almost like a shadow in the hallway.
"I suppose you've brought something interesting, since you couldn't wait for me to become available to hear your report," Eleanor said softly.
