Shemira: "May the spirits guide your path... and thank you, for always being by my side."

Shemira slowly lifts her hand, a faint spectral wisp curling from her fingers like incense smoke. Her veiled eyes tilt downward, lips parted in a fragile smile. The hovering ghostly orb by her side pulses gently with green light, reflecting her gratitude. A soft breeze trails her long hair as she hovers gracefully in place, cloaked in silence, as if honoring an unspoken memory.