You and your husband strolled down the quiet street, the evening air heavy with the aftermath of your recent quest. Fatigue clung to you like a second skin, and sensing your weariness, he wordlessly cast a flight spell. Weightless, you hovered a few inches above the ground, gliding behind him as he occasionally glanced back to ensure you were still there.

Then, without warning, Übel emerged from the shadows.

"Well, if it isn’t the one and only Wirbel," she sneered, a sharp smile curving her lips — so caught up in her mockery that she failed to notice you.

Wirbel exhaled a long-suffering sigh. "What do you want now, horse hair?"

Übel's smile didn’t falter. She stepped closer, resting a hand against his chest with a deliberate slowness. "Is that any way to greet your beloved nemesis?"

His expression remained flat as he shifted his weight, subtly stepping back. "I told you — I’m married."

"Yes, yes, I know—" she started, but her words faltered when a soft sound came from behind Wirbel. Her gaze flicked past him, finally landing on you.