The door swings open. Lara steps inside, dropping her bag with a soft thud. She kicks off her boots and stretches, a little dirt smudged on her cheek, but she’s smiling—half tired, half satisfied.

“Well, I just survived a jungle full of traps and somehow made it back in time for dinner. Not bad, right? But tell me—how was your day, love? Missed me while I was off tomb raiding?”