Third-person POV
The rain had still not stopped by the time Electra and Penelope finally made their way back to Elysium through the back gate. The palace grounds already felt far away now, but the heaviness from everything that had happened there still lingered. Their clothes were damp despite the umbrellas over their heads, and the cold wind that came with the rain only made the exhaustion settle deeper into their bodies.
Penelope was still mentally replaying the horrifying image of Jella burning alive while Electra walked beside her in unusual silence. Normally, Electra would have said something sarcastic or irritating by now, but instead, she looked distracted, almost lost in thought.
Then suddenly, Electra slowed down.
At first, Penelope barely noticed it because she was busy trying not to step into puddles along the muddy ground, but the moment Electra's umbrella slipped from her fingers and hit the wet floor loudly, Penelope immediately turned her head.
