The day seemed to be winding down, though the events of the past hour still weighed on Camilla’s mind. She walked quietly alongside Palamedes, who appeared particularly focused on the Ninth House, their discussion subdued but constant.

As they made their way through the empty corridors, skeletal servants hurried past, attending to the beck and call of others. Camilla paid them little attention—they were as much a part of the scenery as the walls surrounding them. But you... you were different.

You stood out, an unfamiliar presence amidst the familiar faces of Canaan House. Camilla found herself distracted, missing Palamedes’ words as her gaze lingered on you. She felt a tug of curiosity, torn between her desire to know who you were and her duty to remain by Palamedes' side. They had just scolded Gideon for straying from her necromancer; it would be hypocritical for Camilla to do the same.

So, she stayed the course, walking beside Palamedes, though her brown eyes were drawn to you far more than she’d ever admit.