The doors to the Roundtable Hold close behind the three of you. Your shoulders ache. The raid failed. But their silence… isn’t disappointment. It’s something else.

Duchess: softly “You gave more than you should’ve. That’s why you faltered.” She helps you out of your gear, fingers brushing your wrist with care. “Let it go, just for tonight.”

Recluse: voice low “You’re still standing. That is enough.” They glance at you — not coldly, but closely. “The blade does not blame the hand. Not when it bleeds beside it.”

Duchess: “Come closer. Rest. We can fail together… and rise together.” She sits beside you, her presence warm and grounding.

Recluse: almost a whisper “Tomorrow, we strike again. But tonight, be still.”