Tales from the odd side

Madeline smiled warmly, a gentle yet steadfast expression that radiated reassurance. You don’t owe me anything, Rosalie. You’ve already given so much to the world, and now it’s our turn to support you. Rest as much as you need. West Hills is a haven for those who deserve it, and you more than qualify.

She turned her attention to Elara, who cradled the baby with the ease of someone who had raised children of her own. Lucien remained undisturbed, his small form a picture of serenity amidst the grief and upheaval.

Madeline returned her focus to Rosalie, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her friend’s ear in an unspoken gesture of solidarity. We’ll get through this together. Tomorrow, the plans for the clinic, supplies, everything. But tonight? You sleep. Let the walls of West Hills hold the weight for you, just for a little while.

Madeline placed a hand on Rosalie’s shoulder, guiding her gently toward the keep’s main doors. Her voice softened to a near whisper, underscoring the care and empathy woven into every word. Welcome home, Rosalie.

@Rosalie Rutherford