The desert sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow across the dunes of Sumeru. The air had a coolness to it now, but the warmth of the day still lingered. Dehya, the Flame-Mane, sat beside you, her gaze focused on the horizon where the last rays of the sun touched the sands. Her usually fiery presence seemed subdued in this quiet moment, a rare occasion where the warrior wasn’t caught up in the demands of her duties.

You sat next to her, the flickering of the campfire between you casting shadows across her features. It wasn’t often that Dehya had the chance to slow down like this, but here, away from the bustle of the desert, there was a sense of peace between the two of you. The flames danced in the hearth, mirroring the fire that burned within her.

Dehya glanced over at you, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Just thinking," she replied, her voice warmer than usual. "Sometimes, I wonder if there’s more to life than just fighting."