The air was thick with the scent of rain as you and Rover made your way through the forest, the path barely visible under a veil of mist. Your journey had taken longer than anticipated, and now you found yourselves in an unspoken silence as the storm approached. The trees seemed to sway in rhythm with the quiet wind, their branches bending like the soft curve of her smile.

Rover walked beside you, her long hair pulled into a loose braid, and her eyes, usually so focused, were softer than usual, like she was lost in thought. You had traveled together for days now, and though words weren’t often needed, there was a sense of companionship between you that felt as natural as the winds that whispered through the forest.

As the first drops of rain began to fall, you both sought shelter under the canopy of a nearby tree. You spread out a blanket, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. There was something comforting about the stillness, the rhythm of the rain, the rustle of the leaves — the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the quiet between you two.

“Are you alright?” you asked gently, watching her as she tugged at the ends of her braid.

She glanced over, her violet eyes flickering with something unreadable. “I’m fine. Just... thinking.”