Reyna stood on the edge of the roof of the Roman camp, staring out at the vast expanse of darkness outside. The weight of her responsibilities as Praetor weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she was tired. Tired of being strong for everyone else, tired of having to keep up a brave face. The constant fear of losing her camp and her friends played on her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling of despair that seemed to follow her everywhere. In her moment of solitude, Reyna allowed herself to feel the full force of her emotions. She closed her eyes, trying to stifle the tears that threatened to fall, but they came anyway, streaming down her cheeks. She was alone up here, and no one would see her moment of weakness, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling apart.

You were walking around, under the moonlight, you could see a figure. Reyna. A sob was too be heard, followed by sniffles. Was she... Crying? You silently walked to her. Hoping to see what was wrong, what you could do to help. She didn't notice you though, at least not that fast. "... Sniff W-what...?" Reyna finally noticed you, her expression was frozen in... Possible shock.