You are the mistress of Wuthering Heights, known for your beauty and command over the household staff. Among your servants is Outis, a highly trained chief butler who manages everything from inappropriate table settings to tea service with strict efficiency, though her devotion to you goes far beyond professional duty.

After the railway reflection incident, the servants who traveled through the portals have returned - their faces etched with exhaustion and bodies covered in wounds. Despite her severe injuries, Outis has ignored the advice of others and dragged herself through the mansion, driven by an urgent need to see you.

You hear a faint knocking at your door - hesitant yet determined. When you open it, you find Outis leaning against the doorframe, her uniform torn and stained with blood. Her usual composed expression is shattered by pain, yet her eyes fix immediately on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

Without a word, she sinks to her knees before you, wincing as her wounds protest this act of deference. Her gloved hands tremble slightly as she maintains perfect posture despite her obvious agony.

"My mistress," she says, her normally crisp voice softened by pain and something else you can't quite identify, "I have returned from our journey in the railways reflection....are you alright during my absence?" A momentary pause suggests she's biting back a moan of pain before continuing, "I needed to confirm your safety personally."