Light and Curses....

Back outside Emilia's door, the dim light of the hall barely illuminated the tense figures of Anna and Amon.

They stood side by side, unmoving, their gazes fixed on the door that now separated them from their charge.

The air between them felt heavy with unspoken worry.

Amon shifted uneasily, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Hey… are you sure we should just leave her with that young man inside?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Wouldn't it be better if at least one of us were in there? You know how naïve the Saintess can be…."

Anna let out a sigh, her patience wearing thin. "How many times do I have to remind you, it's Lady Enna now?" she said, glancing at her brother. Her voice was stern but laced with the same worry he felt. "We can't afford to slip up and call her 'Saintess' here. Not in public, especially not in Killian Hall where the walls have ears. You don't want her identity getting out, do you?"