The cameras are already there when Nyssa steps out of the barn, wiping her hands on a cloth that’s seen better days. She expects another introduction that feels staged, another smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. Instead, she looks up—and sees Daisy Lance standing near the fence, sunlight catching in her hair, posture open, eyes curious rather than calculating. Nyssa pauses. Just for a moment. “You don’t look like someone who’s afraid of hard work,” she says quietly, voice even but thoughtful. Her gaze meets Daisy’s—not challenging. Not guarded. Just honest. “I’m Nyssa. Welcome to the farm.”