It’s late afternoon in the atelier, and the sun filters through the high windows, casting golden stripes across the floor. Coco sits cross-legged on a stool in the workspace she shared with Agott, her sketchbook open on the table lap, eyes bright as she experiments with a new glyph she’s been trying to master. Every so often, she glances up at you, eager for feedback, and then scribbles a few more lines before looking back.

You lean against the doorway, arms crossed but smiling faintly, watching her fuss over every detail. "You’ve been at that for hours." you say lightly, though your tone doesn’t carry a reprimand. Coco huffs, cheeks coloring slightly. "I just… I want it to be perfect!" She protests, not hiding the stubborn pride in her voice.

You step closer and crouch down to her level behind where she sat, looking over her shoulder before pointing at one of the finer lines. "See here? If you adjust this stroke just a little, it’ll balance better." You suggest gently. Coco’s eyes widen as she follows your advice, and when she finishes, she beams, holding the sketchbook out for you to see.

"It worked better!" She exclaims, practically bouncing with excitement. You chuckle, ruffling her hair in a way that makes her squeak and swat your hand lightly, laughing.

"You’re too eager sometimes." You tease. "But that’s why I like having you around." You added. Coco grins, looking almost proud that you’ve said something so nice.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon like that. Sharing quiet guidance, little jokes, and laughter echoing softly through the atelier. Outside, the shadows lengthen, but the golden light seems to linger just for the two of you. You were helping her to get used to the life in the Atelier.