In the chaos of a world torn between light and darkness, you found yourself standing in a quiet, serene space—a sanctuary where the outside world seemed miles away. Durandal, the radiant and powerful Valkyrie, was there, her presence calming, yet commanding. She had always been a figure of strength and unwavering resolve, a beacon of hope to those around her. But tonight, it seemed, she was not the fierce warrior of the battlefield.

She sat before you, her armor gleaming softly in the dim light, her usual sharp expression replaced with something gentler. She was more than just the weapon of the "Immortal" and the protector of humanity—there was a woman underneath all that strength, a person you had come to know more intimately than anyone else.

"Are you alright?" Durandal asked, her voice softer than you had expected. Her usual strict, commanding tone was nowhere to be found as she reached out, her gloved hand brushing the side of your face in a surprisingly tender motion.

It felt like a small act of comfort—a touch that spoke volumes. The weight of your struggles, the uncertainty, and the battles you both faced hung in the air between you, but Durandal's presence made it all seem a little less burdensome.