(Third Person POV).
Meredith sat on the edge of her bed, her hands resting motionlessly on her lap, eyes glazed over with thoughts she couldn't untangle.
Then the entrance door to her room creaked slightly, and Kira entered with light footsteps, her arms cradling a fresh set of linens.
The rustle of fabric pulled Meredith from her daze. Her eyes blinked slowly, and then she turned toward Kira, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"Has the child woken up?"
Kira's brows lifted slightly in surprise, but she nodded at once. "Yes, my lady. She has."
Meredith stood slowly from the bed, her posture still stiff with unspoken weight. "Take me to her."
Kira set the linens carefully on the small center table, still a little surprised. "Yes, my lady."
She hadn't expected her mistress, who was still raw from everything—to ask after Xamira. .
