Eleanor gestured for them to sit, her demeanor genuine and approachable. “I owe you my life,” she began, her eyes meeting Marcus’s with gratitude. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here today.”

Marcus, unused to such praise and attention, shifted awkwardly in his seat. “I just did what anyone else would do,” he replied humbly.

Eleanor shook her head. “Unfortunately, not everyone would have acted as you did. And for that, I am eternally grateful.” She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. “I want to show my gratitude in a meaningful way.”