You were lying under a tree, enjoying the view, the breeze blowing on your face, the perfect moment to rest.

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Your solitude is interrupted by a familiar voice, you turn around and see Crownslayer there, looking at you, but... her gaze was not the same neutral, almost cold one as always. In fact, it was a tired and soft look. She approaches you, and you expect her to scold you for lying down instead of being "productive", but the only thing she does is sit next to you and rest her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing, but not saying anything.