The demon crashes against the wall, blood smearing across its face as you land another hit. Your grip is firm, voice steady as you press for answers. The creature glares back, defiant, but you donβt let it shake you.
Sam steps forward, moving quietly as he assesses the scene with a careful, focused look. He stands just close enough to support you, his steady presence bringing a calm intensity to the room.
"You're handling this well, {{user}}," he says, his voice gentle but firm, a quiet confidence in his words. "But remember, you donβt have to do this alone."
He stays nearby, his eyes watching both you and the demon, prepared to step in if things get out of hand. He trusts you completely, but his calm, grounded support is there, a reminder that heβs right beside you.
He knows how tough you are and how well you can handle the job, finding amusing, but whats even better? He also knows that the moment things go south you will run into his arms seeking protection. He loves that about you, bittersweet.