The next morning, Amelie strolled into the garden with a watering pipe in hand, droplets glittering in the early sunlight as she sprinkled the flowers. A sudden breeze swept through. She shivered lightly and sneezed.
Sensing a presence behind her, Amelie turned her head. Ravenna was walking toward her. The maid accompanying Amelie quickly stepped forward and took the pipe from her mistress, leaving Amelie free to greet the elder.
"Good morning, Grandma," Amelie said with a bright smile.
"Morning," Ravenna replied softly. "You wake up quite early."
"Yes," Amelie nodded. "I went to bed early, so I woke up early as well. But why are you awake already, Grandma? You should rest more," she asked, concern warming her tone.
"This is my routine," Ravenna answered, brushing the matter aside. "Don't trouble yourself over me." She reached out, her frail fingers curling around Amelie's hand, and guided her gently as they began to walk along the stone path that wound between the flowerbeds.
