[The unnatural chill of the maid's hand causes Amelia to go still but she doesn't remark upon it. She pulls her up and only lets go when the maid is properly standing.]

You're welcome.

[Amelia rubs her hands together and fiddles her fingers together to take away the residual cold. The other woman's remark about her story makes her cast her gaze to the ground.]

And thank you. I'm glad my story meant something if only a little.

[That was the purpose of it after all. The truth is, Amelia isn't sure if she's actually free or if she had walked into another cage of her own making after what happened years ago. Briar was no longer there to lead by example and the witch kept his memory alive by helping like he helped her.

Just because she feels stuck, doesn't mean she would leave others to their own devices.]

I'll leave you on your own now if you feel safe enough. Hopefully, this matter with the shadows will clear itself up soon.