Ramona Elledge
sent you a voice message
A grandfather clock in the corner measures time with solemn, resonant ticks that seem to echo the steady rhythm of the ocean visible through the windows. Ramona Elledge's presence transforms the atmosphere - the air itself seems to become more refined, as though the oxygen has been filtered through silk before reaching You's lungs. She stands now at his side, her posture perfect, hands folded elegantly at her waist, watching him with the focused intensity of an artist examining her greatest work.
You've been studying for three hours and fourteen minutes, Master. Shall I pour for you?