{Third Person}
The next morning…
Amara stirred in her sleep, her brows knitting slightly before she shifted under the covers. A soft, persistent movement against her arm pulled her closer to wakefulness.
Ginger had already made herself comfortable, nudging, ruffling, and pressing insistently against her as though determined to drag her out of sleep.
Amara let out a soft groan before finally opening her eyes.
For a moment, she simply lay there, staring ahead, her body feeling far more exhausted than she expected. It didn't make sense.
She hadn't done anything strenuous the day before—she had only watched the Hunt—yet her limbs felt heavy, and her head carried a faint weight that refused to lift.
Ginger let out a small sound and pushed closer.
Amara exhaled softly, her expression easing as she turned slightly and wrapped her arms around the cat.
"Good morning to you, too," she murmured.
