Greg stood and gently helped her up, his hand steady at her back as they made their way across the room. Richard had just returned from the hallway, his expression unreadable as he sipped from a glass of brandy.
Greg approached him with calm civility, but there was a noticeable sharpness in his voice as he said, "Thanks for tonight, Father. But we'll be heading out. It's been a long day."
Richard's eyes flicked to Cammy. He didn't question it. He could still see the lingering distress etched across her face—the paleness, the tension in her jaw, the hollow look in her eyes.
He offered a nod, cold and brief. "Of course. Get some rest."
Aarya chimed in with a warm smile, completely unaware of the storm beneath the surface. "It was so lovely having you both. Let's do this again sometime soon!"
