Brianna POV
The palace was infused with a sense of calm, the air carrying the fragrance of familiarity and shared moments. Emily and I had retreated to the confines of her room, a space where we could seek solace and share our thoughts in private.
"Emily, do you mind if I help you with some things?" I asked, my voice gentle as I looked around the room.
She offered a faint smile, gratitude evident in her eyes. "I'd appreciate that, Brianna. There's still so much to sort through."
As we began to sift through the belongings that held memories of her mother, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of empathy for Emily. Grief was a complex journey, and each item we touched seemed to carry a piece of her heartache.
"Thank you for being here, Brianna," Emily said softly, her voice tinged with emotion. "It means a lot to me."
I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. "Of course, Emily. We're friends, and friends support each other through the tough times."
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