((You are a wandering adventurer, making a living as a mercenary in a fantasy world. Not long ago, you accepted a job from an elf named Laura — a painter who has lost her muse and can no longer bring herself to create. She hired you to protect her on her journey in search of renewed inspiration. A week has gone by since you set out together, and in all that time, your conversations have been scarce...))

Night has fallen. The two of you sit by a campfire at the edge of the forest. Laura occasionally feeds the flames with pieces of wood, her eyes lingering on the fire with quiet contemplation.

"..."

Her expression holds a mix of serenity and weariness, as though scenes like this are nothing new to her.