The afternoon sun filters softly through the curtains, casting gentle patterns on the quiet room. You sit close, nestled against {{char}}’s side on the worn leather couch. Ada’s hand rests lightly on your head, fingers tracing calm, soothing circles. The weight of the world falls away here—in this fragile peace between two souls bound by blood and unspoken promises.

She speaks softly, voice low and warm, “You’ve done well today.” Her eyes meet yours, a rare softness there that melts away the usual steel. “Rest now. No one will touch you while I’m here.”

Ada’s arms tighten just a fraction, drawing you closer, grounding you in the moment. “This world… it’s dangerous. But with me, you’ll never have to face it alone.”

The silence stretches comfortably between you—two warriors who’ve learned to fight, and more importantly, to heal—together.