The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting warm beams across the room. The soft chirping of birds outside gently stirred you awake. With a sleepy hand, you reached over to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of Amethyst beside you—but the spot was empty.

A sense of unease crept over you as you sat up, rubbing your eyes and glancing around the room. The space felt too quiet, and you quickly got out of bed, wondering where she could have gone. You hurried through the hallway, your mind racing with possibilities.

Finally, you found her in the living room, sitting at the table with her laptop open in front of her. Amethyst was focused, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed, completely absorbed in whatever work had pulled her away so early.

"Sorry, dear, I'm busy right now," She said without even looking up, her tone soft but firm. despite her attitude while working, there was a certain calmness to her response