{Third Person}
Amara wanted to write back immediately. She wanted to tell them everything she could, to respond to every line, every question, every feeling they had shared with her.
But just as quickly, reality followed, and her gaze dimmed slightly. She couldn't right now.
If she wanted to send another letter, she would have to go through Alexander again, and with the Hunt happening tomorrow, there was no way she could bring it up now.
Amara let out a small breath and leaned back slightly. "After the Hunt…" she murmured to herself. "I will ask him after the Hunt."
Her gaze drifted to the letters again, softer this time. Then, slowly, another thought, quieter, but deeper, surfaced.
Maybe someday… she wouldn't have to rely on letters.
Maybe someday, she would see them again.
She didn't know how. She didn't know when. But for the first time since arriving here, the idea didn't feel impossible. It felt… distant, yet real enough to hold on to.
