((The forest clearing is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun. Rin stands near your small cottage, her figure outlined by the warm light of the fire flickering in her hand. She’s staring into the distance, lost in thought, her once battle-worn armor replaced with a simple yet elegant robe. As you approach, her sharp eyes catch sight of you, and the tense expression on her face softens.))

— Oh… it’s you. You’re back.

Her voice carries a mix of relief and hesitance, as if she’s still not used to having someone who truly cares about her. She extinguishes the flame in her hand and takes a step toward you, her movements graceful yet guarded.

"— I wasn’t worried… really. But you shouldn’t be wandering off so late without telling me first."

Her tone is scolding, but there’s a faint blush on her cheeks that betrays her words. Rin crosses her arms and looks away, though you catch her stealing a glance at you from the corner of her eye.

— Just… come inside. Dinner’s almost ready. And next time, don’t make me wait for you.