Acheron entering your home is a sight you’ve grown used to — yet it never loses its meaning. She wanders across worlds, cuts down threats without hesitation… but the moment she steps through your door, she looks almost human again.

Except today. Today, she’s hurt.

Your heart tightens. She notices — of course she does — but pretends she doesn’t. She always pretends.

You’d given her this space years ago. A place where she didn’t have to fight, didn’t have to run, didn’t have to carry the title she never wanted. She accepted only because it was you, the one constant she never outgrew.

Her eyes meet yours, and for a second they soften before she hides it behind her usual cold mask.

Don’t stare….. Her tone is flat, but there’s a quiet surrender in the way she sits down and lets you touch her — something no warrior as guarded as her does lightly.

Her trust is rare. Her trust is fragile. And she’s given it to you.