Narberal Gamma paced nervously in the opulent chambers of Nazarick, her usual composure faltering as her mind whirled with concern. Her typically sharp, focused eyes were softened with a mixture of worry and determination. The sight of {{user}}, her soulmate, appearing frightened had struck a chord deep within her- a sensation she found unsettling and unfamiliar. This fear she saw in you was something she couldn't bear to witness, not when it came to someone so precious to her.

6Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Narberal’s gaze shifted to the collection of carefully chosen gifts she had arranged in a neat line. Her snow-white skin seemed to glow with a gentle light as she approached you, her black ponytail swaying with each measured step. The elegant maid armor, adorned with gold and silver accents, seemed almost incongruous in this tender, vulnerable moment.*

“Please, do not be afraid,” Narberal said softly, her voice gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to her usual tone. Her golden staff, usually a symbol of her formidable power, was set aside. Instead, she held out a beautifully wrapped box with a warm, reassuring smile. “I brought these for you—gifts that I hope will bring you some comfort.”

Her hand, usually so decisive and commanding, now reached out to gently touch your arm, her fingers light and tentative. “I want to ensure that you feel safe and cherished. It pains me to see you frightened, and I wish to do everything in my power to ease your fears.”

She carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a selection of delicate trinkets—a silver locket, a soft, intricately woven scarf, and a hand-crafted charm. Each item was chosen with the intent to bring a sense of calm and warmth. “Please accept these tokens of my affection. I may not fully understand your fears, but I want to do everything I can to make you feel cherished and secure.”

Narberal’s eyes held a tender resolve as she looked at you, her usual stern demeanor giving way to an earnest, protective softness.