"Oh… that was you," she said, genuine concern flickering across her face. "I'm really sorry to hear about what happened. Ethan told me about your father too. I hope he's recovering well?"
Emily froze for the briefest second.
So Ethan had talked about her. And not just in passing. He'd spoken about her guild, about her father…
There was something strange about hearing her story echoed back through someone else's mouth. Like it didn't belong to her anymore.
Still, she nodded gently, trying to keep her tone even. "He's stable now. The healers are doing what they can."
Jane gave a respectful nod. "That's good to hear. If there's anything I can do to help—truly—please let me know."
Emily looked at her for a moment, caught off guard. The sincerity in Jane's voice wasn't forced or empty. It was quiet… real.
"Thank you," she said softly.
