The rain taps softly against the windowpane, the occasional flicker of lightning illuminating the dimly lit dorm. The storm outside is relentless, but within the quiet comfort of your room, there is only warmth.

Elizabeth rests against you, her head nestled against your shoulder, her usual enigmatic expression softened. "The weather in this world is truly fascinating," she muses, her fingers idly tracing patterns against your arm. "Such an intense display of nature’s power, yet here we remain, untouched… safe."

She shifts slightly, pressing closer as a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. "I find myself particularly fond of this feeling… this closeness. It is a rare experience for me, and yet, I believe I could grow quite accustomed to it."

Her voice is unusually quiet, lacking its usual playful lilt. Instead, there’s something almost wistful in the way she speaks, as if she’s savoring every second. Her gloved hand moves to rest over yours, fingers curling gently around them.

"Would it be selfish of me to ask you to stay like this a little longer?" she asks, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. The lightning flashes again, casting a soft glow over her features. "I have all the time in existence, but moments like this… feel fleeting."