Author's Note: Well, well, well. What do we have here? I Boscha redemption arc? I'll let you guys dissect that as you want. Enjoy!

Fall From Grace

To the group's surprise, upon reaching Amity's room, they found it empty. A sense of disappointment briefly settled over them, the possibility that Amity might have escaped on her own crossing their minds.

However, their attention soon shifted to a small detail that caught Luz's eye – Amity's snailke plushie resting on the nightstand. Luz picked up the plushie, her expression growing serious as she addressed the group.

"She's not gone," Luz said firmly, her voice tinged with certainty. The others looked at her, seeking an explanation. Luz continued, "Amity would never leave this behind. She always keeps it close. She's still in the house."

The group exchanged glances, understanding that Amity must have remained somewhere within the manor. Emira's voice broke the silence, her words filled with determination. "Alright, we should split up and look for her. She might be trying to find a way to contact Luz."

As they prepared to disperse, Boscha gently touched Luz's arm, causing her to turn her attention to the triclops. Boscha suggested, "You know, maybe a few of us should stay behind, just in case Amity comes back."

Luz considered the idea, conflicted between wanting to actively search for Amity and recognizing the wisdom in having someone wait in case she returned. After a moment, she nodded in reluctant agreement, appreciating Boscha's perspective. "Yeah, you're right. We should have a lookout here."

Edric and Emira nodded in agreement with Boscha's idea, adding their perspective that having a few people waiting in case Amity came back could be useful. Emira turned to Luz, her expression empathetic, and asked, "Are you okay with that, Luz?"

Luz hesitated briefly, her concern for Amity clashing with her desire to be actively involved in the search. Yet, understanding the logic behind the plan, she eventually nodded in reluctant agreement. Edric chimed in, his tone lightening the mood, "We'll go grab some snacks in the meantime. It's a good excuse to cover most of the house without raising too much suspicion."

With the roles assigned, the group split into their respective tasks – some staying behind to await Amity's potential return, and the others venturing out to search for their friend throughout the Blight Manor.

In the quiet moments that followed, the tension in the room was palpable as Luz paced back and forth, her mind racing to figure out where Amity might be. As she continued to mull over the possibilities, Boscha took a more practical approach, setting up study materials for what she believed was an imminent interaction with Amity.

Luz glanced over at Boscha's actions, clearly frustrated with the focus on studying when they had more pressing matters at hand. "Seriously, Boscha? We've got bigger things to worry about than a study session right now."

Boscha let out a sigh, pausing in her preparations. She turned to Luz, a calm and composed demeanor in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere. "Look, Luz, I get it. But if Odalia comes to check on us, it's going to look suspicious if we're not actually studying. We need to maintain appearances."

Luz let out a frustrated huff before finally conceding, sinking down to the floor beside Boscha. Her pacing slowed as she rested her chin on her hand, still visibly worried about Amity's whereabouts. "Yeah, I know. But it's hard to focus on studying when Amity's out there somewhere, you know? What if something happened to her?"

Boscha placed a hand on Luz's shoulder, her expression softening. "I get it, really. But you've gotta believe that Amity's strong. She'll find a way to reach us. We just need to be patient and have faith."

Luz's frustration began to wane as Boscha's words sunk in. She looked up at her, a mix of emotions in her eyes. "You're right. I'm sorry, Boscha. I'm just... I'm really worried about her."

Boscha's smile remained, though it held a touch of humility. She shook her head at Luz's thanks, her triclops eyes reflecting sincerity. "Don't apologize, Luz. It's the least I could do after everything that's happened. If anything I should be the one apologizing right now for…well you know."

Luz's frown deepened as she listened to Boscha's words. She took a moment to let the sentiment sink in, then sighed. "You know, Edric said something similar to me earlier. That it was your idea to use illusion magic to get me into the house." She looked at Boscha, a mix of emotions in her gaze. "I guess I underestimated you, Boscha. You've been stepping up when it counts."

Boscha's triclops eyes widened in surprise, as if she hadn't expected Luz to acknowledge her in this way. She looked down, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "It's not that impressive. I-…I know I need to do right by Amity after what I did. It just…doesn't sit with me."

Luz nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, you're doing it. And I appreciate it, Boscha."

Boscha chuckled too, her tension easing as the conversation took a lighter turn. "Yeah, well, I'm trying you know?"

A brief silence overtook the two, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere. Eventually Luz's wandering thoughts got the better of her and a question that had been itching at her mind rose it's way to the surface.

The room fell into a brief silence, the weight of their recent actions and concerns settling around them. Luz's mind, however, remained restless, a nagging question demanding her attention. After a few moments, she couldn't contain it any longer and turned her gaze toward Boscha.

"Boscha," she began tentatively, "I've been wondering... What made you change your mind so abruptly? From hating us to wanting to help us, I mean."

Boscha let out a sigh, her triclops gaze shifting slightly as she collected her thoughts. It was clear that this was a topic that carried some emotional weight for her. "It's complicated," she started, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and honesty. "But... it was because of…you, Luz."

Luz's confusion was evident as she furrowed her brow. "Me? What do you mean?"

Boscha hesitated before opening up further. "I was the reason. I realized that I was being... petty. Jealous, really."

Luz's eyes widened with surprise. "Jealous? Of what?"

Boscha's gaze fell slightly, her emotions raw as she admitted, "Of you and Amity. How close you were getting. I was afraid... afraid that Amity would start pushing me away to be friends with you."

Luz's confusion turned into a mixture of surprise and empathy. "What? Boscha, that's... that's not true at all. Amity isn't the kind of person who'd do that."

Boscha's voice trembled slightly as she continued, "I know that now. But back then, I didn't... I didn't trust it. I was afraid of losing my friend because I thought she found someone better."

Luz frowned at this, her confusion only stirred her investigations. She inquired, "What are you talking about?"

Boscha looked at her nervously, only glancing out of the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the floor. Her voice muffled as she spoke, her head buried in her knees, but Luz was still able to decipher her words. "Amity was a much different person back then, Luz. She…it all changed when we first met."

Luz's curiosity was piqued by Boscha's words, and she gently pressed for more details. "What do you mean, Boscha? How did you and Amity meet?"

Boscha let out a soft sigh, her gaze distant as she recollected the memories. "We met at the leadership camp," she began, her voice carrying a mixture of nostalgia and sadness. "My parents sent me there, you know? They wanted to shape me into this... perfect high society image, someone who'd succeed according to their ideals."

She looked at Luz with a bitter smile. "I guess they didn't appreciate my love for Grudgby and my desire to just have friends and enjoy life."

Luz listened attentively, sensing that there was more to the story. "So, you felt alone at the camp?"

Boscha nodded, her expression a mix of resignation and lingering hurt. "Yeah, it was a tough time. Being away from the friends I had before, the ones my parents didn't approve of, it was hard. And I felt isolated there, like I had to conform to their expectations."

Luz's empathy was evident as she listened to Boscha's story. "And that's when you met Amity?"

Boscha's gaze brightened slightly, a fondness seeping into her tone. "Yeah, that's when Amity and I crossed paths. She was there for the same reasons, you know? Her family pushing her to become someone she didn't want to be." She looked at Luz, her gaze full of sincerity. "We found each other at a time when we needed someone who understood, someone who'd accept us for who we were."

Luz nodded in understanding. "So, she helped you through that tough time?"

Boscha's smile was bittersweet as she confirmed, "Yeah, she did. We became fast friends, bonding over our shared experiences and our dreams for a different future. She helped me see that it was okay to be myself, even if it meant going against our families' expectations."

Luz's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Amity has always been amazing like that."

Boscha's smile turned warm as she continued, "Yeah, she is. She showed me that there was more to life than what our parents wanted for us. Heck, she was the person who first introduced me to Grudgby. Ironic isn't it?"

Luz listened with growing interest as Boscha's story unfolded. "So, it was Amity who introduced you to Grudgby?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Boscha nodded, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Yeah, it was her idea. She was starting a Grudgby league in our cabin at camp, a way to... you know, 'escape the dredges of that place', as she put it."

She chuckled softly at the memory. "Amity always had that rebellious spirit, even back then."

Luz let out a genuine laugh, imagining the determined young Amity organizing a Grudgby league at camp. "I can totally see that," she admitted, her voice filled with amusement. "Sorry, go on."

Boscha's smile widened, clearly enjoying sharing this part of her past. "She asked me to join one day. I was hesitant at first, camp had made me feel so isolated, and I didn't want to risk anything. But Amity was persistent, and she convinced me that we shouldn't have to go through camp alone."

Luz nodded in understanding, appreciating the sentiment. "So, you joined the league?"

Boscha's eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and nostalgia. "Yeah, I did. And you know what? Grudgby became my passion. It was like I found my place, something that made me feel alive and connected."

Luz couldn't help but smile at Boscha's enthusiasm. "And you and Amity became friends through Grudgby?"

Boscha's smile softened as she nodded. "Yeah, exactly. Playing Grudgby together, we became close friends. And after camp, we made sure to stay in touch, even though we went to different schools at the time."

Luz's heart warmed at the idea of Amity and Boscha's enduring friendship. "You kept in touch?"

Boscha's expression turned more serious, but there was a determined glint in her eyes. "Yeah, we did. We supported each other, even from a distance. Wasn't until a few months after camp our parents we're trying to force us to be friends all along."

Luz's eyes widened as Boscha shared this new piece of information. "Wait, so Amity's parents and your parents were trying to force you two to be friends?" she asked incredulously.

Boscha nodded, a hint of bitterness in her expression. "Yeah, they were. Apparently, they thought it would be good for both of us, given our families' positions. But the funny thing is, Amity and I became friends all on our own, without them pulling any strings."

Luz chuckled at the irony of the situation. "Wow, they must have been pretty surprised when they found out you two were already friends."

Boscha smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, they were definitely surprised. And I have to admit, it was pretty satisfying to see their plans blow up in their faces, even if they got what they wanted."

As Boscha continued, Luz's expression grew more thoughtful. "What happened?"

Boscha expression became more serious, almost hurtful. "But then... things changed when Amity quit Grudgby."

Luz gave her an empathetic look, recalled how the two used to play the sport together. Boscha's smile faded, replaced by a more solemn expression. "Yeah, that's when things started to fall apart. Amity's decision to quit Grudgby, well, it wasn't easy for her. She had her reasons, but it felt like a betrayal to me."

Luz nodded in understanding. "And your ego got in the way."

Boscha sighed, her gaze turning distant. "Yeah, it did. I let my ego get the best of me, and I pushed Amity away instead of supporting her like I should have."

Luz's voice was gentle as she asked, "Do you regret it?"

Boscha's eyes met Luz's, a mix of regret and longing in her gaze. "Every day. Losing Amity's friendship, it hurt. But I was too stubborn to admit it, too caught up in my own feelings."

Luz's brows furrowed as she struggled to process the revelation. She grappled with the idea that something as seemingly trivial as quitting Grudgby could cause such a fracture in a friendship. She pondered the matter, realizing that there must have been underlying tensions beyond just the sport. With a thoughtful expression, she turned her gaze toward Boscha, her confusion evident in her eyes.

After a brief moment of silence, Luz found herself unable to ignore the pressing question in her mind any longer. "Hey, Boscha," she began tentatively, her voice reflecting her curiosity, "I get that quitting Grudgby might have played a part in it, but… there had to be more to it, right?" She paused, giving Boscha a searching look. "I mean, Amity was a different person back then, but I can't imagine she'd just end a friendship over something like that."

Boscha's expression shifted, her gaze a mixture of pain and regret as she looked back at Luz. She sighed, as if the weight of the past was heavy on her shoulders. Gathering her thoughts, she replied, her voice laced with emotion, "You're right, Luz. There was more to it than just Grudgby. It was… you."

Luz's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing to comprehend the impact of Boscha's words. She blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected confession. "Me?" she echoed, her tone a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

Boscha's gaze remained fixed on Luz, and she nodded slightly, the regret in her eyes deepening. "Yeah. When you came into the picture, things changed. It wasn't just about Grudgby anymore. You and Amity became close, and it felt like… like I was being pushed aside. Like I wasn't good enough for her anymore."

Luz absorbed Boscha's words, her heart sinking as she realized the depth of Boscha's feelings. She hadn't considered the impact her presence might have had on Amity's existing relationships.

Luz's expression shifted to one of perturbation, and she asked, "How did I ruin your friendship?"

Boscha let out a heavy sigh, her gaze dropping slightly as she began to explain, "I messed things up, Luz. My ego got the best of me. I was jealous, and that jealousy drove me to try to make Amity hate you. Seeing how much attention you were getting at school, it bothered me. It felt like a challenge to my own popularity, and that's when I made a terrible decision."

She paused for a moment, her voice tinged with regret. "I challenged Willow to that stupid Grudgby match."

Luz listens intently to Boscha's explanation, her expression a mix of disbelief and understanding. "So, you bullied Willow to keep Amity close, and you thought it was your fault for us becoming friends?"

Boscha nods, her gaze downcast. "Yeah, it sounds messed up when I say it out loud. But back then, my priorities were all messed up. I thought that if I could just keep Amity focused on me, she wouldn't drift away again."

Luz sighs, processing the complexity of the situation. "But why did you challenge Willow to that Grudgby match? How did that even factor in?"

Boscha's eyes narrow in frustration as she recalls that memory. "I was stupidly jealous. Willow was getting attention and praise for her achievements in the plant track. People were starting to look up to her, and that felt like a threat to my own popularity. I thought that by challenging Willow to Grudgby, I could publicly humiliate her and somehow make myself look better."

Luz's eyes widen in disbelief. "So, you thought that embarrassing Willow would boost your own image?"

Boscha nods, shame evident in her expression. "I know, it sounds horrible now. I wanted to prove that I was still the top dog, and I thought it would make Amity see me in a better light."

Luz shakes her head, a mix of frustration and sympathy. "And that's when everything fell apart?"

Boscha's shoulders slump, and she looks up at Luz. "Yeah. Amity chose to stand up for Willow, and she saw through my selfishness. She chose you over me, and I realized that I had messed up everything."

Luz's brows furrow as she processes Boscha's confession. "I understand that Boscha, but I don't get what that has to do with me and Amity. Why of all reasons under the sun would you be worried about me and her? You and Skara were friends with her for years. You never saw her as a threat. What changed?"

Boscha nods, her expression carrying a hint of regret. "A couple months after camp, Amity told me about Willow. She said they used to be really close friends. Inseparable, even. But as they got older, something happened, and they drifted apart. I don't know all the details, but there was definitely a falling out of some sort. And I guess…I was afraid."

This piques Luz's curiosity. Out of all the things she might call the triclops sitting next to her, afraid wasn't one of them. Driven by her desire to get to the truth, she leans in slightly. "Afraid of what? I never really pegged you as the scared type."

Boscha clenches her fists nervously before admitting, "I was scared that Amity might reconnect with Willow one day. I worried that their old friendship could rekindle, and I'd lose my close bond with Amity. So, in a twisted way, I thought bullying Willow would ensure Amity stayed close to me. Back then, Amity had this strong sense of loyalty to her friends, and I knew she wouldn't contradict our wishes. So she reluctantly joined in."

Realization hits Luz as she fully comprehends what her former bully was saying. She looks at Boscha with a mix of empathy and understanding. "You were afraid of being left alone again, weren't you? Because Amity and I were becoming friends, you felt like you were losing her."

Boscha's shoulders slump slightly as she nods. "Yeah, you're right. I was afraid. Afraid of being on the outside, like I was back at camp."

Luz's voice is gentle as she responds, "Boscha, that was a long time ago. And you're not alone anymore. You don't need to push people away to keep them close."

Boscha lets out a sigh, her eyes showing a hint of regret. "I know that now. It's just that my stupid ego got in the way. If I hadn't let that take control, I'd probably still be friends with Amity, and none of this would have ever happened."

Luz's expression softens. "We all make mistakes, Boscha. What's important is that we learn from them and try to make things right."

Boscha looks at Luz with a mixture of gratitude and remorse. "I appreciate your understanding, Luz. I really messed up, and I don't deserve your forgiveness."

Luz reaches out and places a reassuring hand on Boscha's shoulder. "Amity would forgive you if you asked her, you know. Despite everything that's happened, she's a forgiving person. And she cares about you."

Boscha waves off Luz's suggestion with a skeptical expression. However, curiosity sparks in her eyes as Luz follows up with a question that catches her off guard.

"Do you know why Amity and Willow stopped being friends?" Luz's inquiry hangs in the air, a thread of intrigue woven into her words.

Boscha's brow furrows in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?" she retorts, her tone a mix of puzzlement and defensiveness.

Luz leans forward slightly, her eyes reflecting a determination to get her point across. "It has everything to do with it," she asserts. "Amity didn't dump Willow as a friend because she didn't like her anymore. She was forced to by her crazy mom."

Boscha's skepticism gives way to a wary curiosity as she studies Luz. "And how would you know that?"

Luz takes a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts. "Because Amity told me," she replies earnestly.

Boscha's eyes narrow as she absorbs this information. "You're saying they didn't want to stop being friends?"

Luz nods emphatically. "Exactly. Amity and Willow were forced apart by Odalia's beliefs and prejudices. And it wasn't until recently that they started to rebuild their friendship."

Boscha's expression shifts, a mix of surprise and realization crossing her features. "So... it wasn't about Willow being weak or anything like that?"

Luz shakes her head firmly. "No, it wasn't."

Regret washes over Boscha as Luz's words hit her, making her realize the parallels between Amity's struggles and her own. She clenches her fists nervously, her expression a mix of remorse and self-reflection. "I can't believe I never knew any of this," she mumbles, her voice laced with regret.

"Why would Amity keep it a secret though?" Boscha asks, looking genuinely perplexed.

Luz lets out a heavy sigh, as if carrying a weighty truth. "Because of her family," she begins, her voice tinged with frustration. "Odalia had her suspicions about Amity and Willow's friendship, and she didn't want any 'scandal' to tarnish the Blight name."

Boscha's eyes widen in realization, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with a resounding click. "That's why I was sent to that stupid leadership camp," she mutters, a mix of frustration and understanding in her voice.

Boscha's eyes widen in disbelief. "You're telling me that Amity's mom thought they were... you know?"

Luz nods solemnly. "Gay. Yeah. It uh…didn't go well from what she told me."

Boscha clenches her fists, a surge of anger coursing through her veins. "I can't believe this," she mutters, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sympathy for Amity. "She never said anything."

Luz's expression grows serious. "Would you?" she countered, her tone holding a hint of anger. "Odalia's twisted ideologies and her obsession with the Blight family reputation forced Amity to hide any part of herself that strayed from the path she set for her. Her stupid obsession about reputation and building that stupid company of her drove her to weed out anything that didn't jive with upper class society."

Boscha's jaw tightens, a mixture of anger and sympathy flashing across her features. "That's messed up."

Luz's expression echoes Boscha's sentiments. "Tell me about it. It's not fair that Amity had to hide such an important part of herself just because of her family's expectations."

Boscha's gaze drops to the floor, and she shakes her head slowly. "I never knew. I never knew any of this about her."

Luz places a comforting hand on Boscha's shoulder. "Now you do. And now you have a chance to make things right."

Boscha's expression shifts from realization to overwhelming guilt. The weight of her past actions and assumptions bears down on her, and tears start to well up in her eyes. She always had a sense that Amity's interests leaned towards girls rather than boys, and her relationship with Luz had only confirmed those suspicions.

It's only now, as the full scope of the situation dawns on her, that she comprehends the depth of the pain she had unknowingly caused. The reason for Amity's time at that wretched leadership camp becomes painfully clear – her family's twisted views on relationships and their obsession with their reputation had forced her into hiding her true self, even from her closest friend.

Boscha's emotions surge within her, and the floodgates open. Silent tears roll down her cheeks as she grapples with the weight of her own ignorance and the harm it had caused. Regret, sadness, and empathy wash over her in waves, and she finds herself unable to contain the rush of feelings that had been suppressed for so long.

She looks down, her vision blurred by tears, and her voice cracks as she speaks, "I never knew... I had no idea what she was going through. I hurt her so much without even realizing it." The guilt and anguish in her voice are palpable, her pain echoing through her words.

Luz's concern deepens as she witnesses Boscha's failed attempt to conceal her tears. The sight of the once proud and confident triclops on the verge of breaking down strikes a chord within her. Despite her own hesitations stemming from their past, the genuine anguish in Boscha's expression overwhelms any lingering negativity.

Luz's hand finds its way to Boscha's shoulder, a gesture of comfort and understanding. She hesitates for a moment before speaking, her voice gentle, "Hey, are you okay?"

Boscha's attempts to hold back her tears crumble, and the floodgates open. She's overcome by a wave of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. In the midst of her tears, she glances at Luz, her vulnerability laid bare. The once-powerful triclops now appears fragile, stripped of the armor she had once worn so confidently.

Luz's initial surprise gives way to a mixture of empathy and compassion. She's faced with the sight of a person who's confronting their past actions and the pain they've caused. The transformation in Boscha's demeanor is striking, and it's impossible for Luz to remain indifferent.

She places her hand on Boscha's shoulder, offering solace in the midst of her turmoil. The words that follow are chosen with care, meant to reach through the layers of regret and guilt that Boscha is experiencing. "Boscha, it's not all your fault. We all make mistakes, and sometimes we don't realize the impact until it's too late."

Boscha's voice quivers as she fights back her tears, her voice strained yet full of raw emotion. "No, Luz, you don't understand. It is my fault." Her voice rises with a mixture of frustration and self-blame. "I was supposed to be her friend for YEARS, and I let her down. I wasn't there for her when she needed me the most. I pushed her away from the people who cared about her. I contributed to the person she became, the pain she's facing now, and… the fate that awaits her."

Boscha's tears flow freely as her emotions pour out. In between sobs, she confesses to blaming herself for the tumultuous state of Amity's life, expressing her deep regret for being a terrible friend. She's overwhelmed by guilt, her self-perception crumbling as she confronts the harsh reality of her past actions. Amidst her cries, Luz listens, her heart heavy with empathy.

Luz's gaze remains fixed on Boscha, her expression a mix of sympathy and understanding. She begins to speak, her voice gentle yet firm, "Boscha…, blaming yourself for everything isn't going to help anyone. We all make mistakes, and it's never too late to make amends."

Boscha sniffles, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, her resolve growing as she lets go of the facade of toughness she once wore. She meets Luz's gaze, her eyes red and swollen, but filled with a newfound determination. With a shaky breath, she manages to say, "Amity deserves better... deserves better than me. She deserves a real friend, someone who'll be there for her no matter what. And that's you, Luz."

Luz is taken aback by Boscha's words, her heartstrings tugged by the sincerity behind them. The image she had held of Boscha as a self-absorbed and arrogant individual is shattered in this vulnerable moment. Instead, she sees a person in pain, wrestling with the weight of their own mistakes.

As Luz reflects on Boscha's admission, her own anger and resentment begin to fade away. She realizes that this moment isn't just about Boscha seeking forgiveness; it's about a journey of self-discovery, redemption, and a desire to make things right.

With genuine compassion, Luz reaches out, placing a hand on Boscha's arm, offering a comforting touch. "Boscha, I believe people can change. It takes time, effort, and a willingness to confront our own flaws. You're taking that step now, and I respect that. You don't have to go through this alone."

Luz's heart softens as she witnesses Boscha's vulnerability, and without hesitation, she pulls the distraught triclops into a comforting embrace. The action is unexpected, a gesture of compassion that bridges the gap between their past conflicts. Boscha leans into the embrace, finding solace in the unexpected comfort that Luz is offering. Her sobs quieten against Luz's shoulder, her body shaking with the weight of her emotions.

In the midst of the embrace, Luz's voice is gentle yet reassuring, carrying a sense of understanding that Boscha hasn't encountered before. "Boscha, you're here for Amity now. That's what matters." Her words resonate, and Boscha lifts her head slightly, meeting Luz's gaze. The sincerity in Luz's expression pierces through the haze of Boscha's guilt and self-blame.

Luz continues, her voice unwavering as she addresses the remorse Boscha is feeling. "You're right, you weren't always the best person, but you're trying to make things right. You're taking responsibility for your actions, and that's more than a lot of people ever do." Her words carry a sense of encouragement, an acknowledgement of Boscha's effort to change.

Boscha sniffles, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes. "Thank you, Luz," she manages to say, her voice still trembling from her earlier breakdown.

Luz offers her a warm smile, gently patting Boscha's back as she releases her from the embrace. "No need to thank me. We've got a lot to do, and we can't do it if we're drowning in tears." Her tone is light, yet it carries an underlying determination. They still have a mission to rescue Amity from her oppressive household.

Boscha chuckles softly, appreciating the shift in mood. She wipes her remaining tears, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "You're right," she agrees, her voice steadier now. "Let's focus on getting Amity out of here."

With newfound resolve, they both set aside their emotions and get back to the task at hand. Working together, they arrange study materials and set up a comfortable study area. The tension that had filled the room earlier is replaced with a sense of purpose—a shared determination to help their friend and begin to mend the damage of the past.

A/N: Well this chapter is a bit shorter than I would've liked but honestly I'm happy with how it turned out. I hope this appeals to the real things that Boscha would be actually sorry for if she wasn't such a wet sock in the canon story. Still, I'd like to think that these things ran through her mind at some point. Up next we'll dive deeper into Amity's adventure in the Blight Family Vault. Enjoy!