Third Person P.OV.
Claire descended the stairs slowly from Bella's room, her bare feet dragging slightly with exhaustion. The weariness etched on her face wasn't just physical, it was spiritual, magical, and deeply emotional. Her aura pulsed faintly, dimmer than usual, her once vibrant energy now flickering like a dying candle.
She reached the living room and sank heavily into the sofa, her body folding into the cushions as if she were finally surrendering to gravity. She leaned her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes, and exhaled a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
"Aunt Claire," Rose’s gentle voice broke through the silence, concerned eyes watching her from the other end of the room. "You need rest. Come on, just a few hours. You’ve done enough fo
