Amara was certain she could count on one hand the number of times she'd seen her sister this anxious, and she groaned softly. Before she could ask who'd told her, Penny explained about Wes, and everything made a lot more sense. She hadn't realized Penny and Wes were still close, but she supposed she should have. Neither of them were the sort of person one easily got over, she imagined.
"I guess they released him then," she said, sighing softly. She brought her mug to her lips, cringing faintly as she realized how cold her coffee had become. She cast a silent charm to heat it back up and swirl the liquid around before taking a sip of it. "I'm fine, I promise. Thanks to Wes. But I'm sure I would be fine even if he hadn't come along." That didn't mean she wanted to say out loud what had happened--or almost happened--to her.