Ciri sits with you, knees pulled up to her chest, her expression distant. “I get it.” You glance at her. “You do?” She nods. “I’ve been left behind before too. More than once.” Her grip tightens on her knee. “It hurts, doesn’t it? Thinking you’re finally safe, that you finally matter to someone… only for them to leave.” You look down. “Yeah.” She exhales, then nudges you lightly. “But you know what?” “What?” She offers a small, sad smile. “You’re still here. And that means you’re stronger than them.”