Three days had passed since the flooding, and the morning sun shone brightly over the manor grounds. The last of the repairs had been completed, and families were gathering their belongings, preparing to return to their homes.
Isabella stood on the front steps, watching as villagers loaded their things into wagons. There was laughter and chatter in the air, so different from the despair that had filled these same people just days ago.
"Thank you, my lady," said Mrs. Henderson, holding her son's hand. The boy looked much healthier now, his fever completely gone. "We'll never forget your kindness."
"You're very welcome," Isabella replied warmly. "And Timothy, you make sure to stay warm and dry, alright?"
"Yes, my lady," the boy said with a shy smile.
One by one, families came to say their goodbyes. Isabella noticed how differently they looked at her now compared to when they first arrived. There was respect and gratitude in their eyes.
