Finnian nodded, his expression giving nothing away.
Liliana watched him closely, clutching her stomach. "I haven't been feeling well this morning either, but for the baby's sake, I avoided taking any medicine. Let's hope today's shoot goes smoothly."
"If you still feel unwell, go to the hospital after we're done," Finnian suggested.
Liliana smiled and nodded, agreeing with him.
Not long after, Amara arrived. She sneezed as soon as she stepped out of the car, rubbing her nose before quickly pulling herself together and heading toward the makeshift set.
Keith joined her, reaching up to feel her forehead. "No fever, right?"
"No fever, just a stuffy nose," she replied.
"Then take some meds."
Keith pulled out a box of cold medicine, but Amara shook her head. "No need, I already took some this morning."
She placed her laptop on a small table nearby and asked, "How about you? Any sneezing or stuffy nose?"
There seemed to be a flu bug going around, with several members of the crew catching colds, but Keith appeared unfazed.
Keith shook his head confidently, patting his chest. "I'm as sturdy as a rock. Nothing can bring me down."
Amara chuckled, giving him a playful punch before opening her laptop and making a few script edits.
Keith lingered beside her, chatting and asking about the Sullivan family. Without looking up, Amara replied, "Same old story. Elowen's cooped up inside, smashing plates and refusing to eat properly. She's obsessed with going out."
"What's she want to do outside?"
"She's getting older and is eager to mingle with the Wye elite, hoping to find a good match."
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