The mission had dragged on far longer than anyone expected. The trail was blocked, the skies opened up with relentless rain, and your team lost their way more than once. Still — though hours behind schedule — you made it home.

You hated returning late. Your husband, Ethari, always worried, fretting over every mission, but when you were overdue, his anxiety would spiral.

You slipped quietly into the house, peeling off your soaked, mud-caked gear. But no Ethari came rushing to meet you, no soft scolding over your timing. Odd.

Wandering deeper inside, you finally found him curled up on the couch, fast asleep — his brow furrowed in worry even in rest.