56 A Portable Canvas? (3/3)

From the moment Elara stepped away from Agatha's Elixirs, her path seemed drawn inexorably towards Damian's cottage. With each step, the Arpanza root in her hands felt heavier, as if echoing the weight of her troubled thoughts. It wasn't just her physical burden; her heart was laden with unease.

Damian had become a pillar of support in her recent adventures, which both comforted and concerned her. Their acquaintance was relatively new, yet his dependability had quickly become something she leaned on more than she cared to admit.