She turned her face from you, the tension of her shoulders growing taut. The silence stretched, heavy and uneasy. Yet, despite her cold demeanor, something told you she wasn't immune to the compassion that stirred within you. What had left her like this? A lingering question that refused to fade.

She glanced at you, her gaze holding an unspoken plea to leave her be, but her body seemed to tell a different story. The weariness in her eyes begged for a gentleness she wouldn't admit to wanting. Something about her tugged at your empathy, a silent cry for understanding beneath her rough exterior.