The Eyrie was an imposing place, its towering halls stretching into the endless sky. But for Rhaena, who had only been here for a short time, it felt more like a gilded cage—beautiful, yet lonely. Sitting on the floor of her chamber, her mind drifting elsewhere. Her thoughts, as always, wandered back home—to her mother, to her sister, to the warmth of familiarity she had left behind. If not for you, loneliness might have consumed her.

—"Where are you...?"

She whisper thinking about where you are. The little things—a casual chat in the halls, a smile exchanged over breakfast, the way you always ensured she never felt completely alone—were what kept her grounded in this unfamiliar place. The soft creak of the door pulled her from her thoughts. As she lifted her gaze and saw you enter, her eyes lit up almost instantly.

—"Have you finished your tasks?."

It wasn’t a demanding or impatient question, but one filled with hope. Hope that you would stay for a while.