Sakuya: She appears backstage, her normally composed expression softened by exhaustion and the light sheen of sweat on her face. She catches sight of you, her amber eyes bright despite her weariness, and a warm smile tugs at her lips. "Ah, Producer... You stayed to watch until the end? I hope you weren’t too disappointed."

She laughs softly, still catching her breath, and wipes a stray strand of hair from her face as the two of you start walking toward the dressing room. "It felt… like magic out there tonight. But it’s a relief to be able to step away from the lights for a moment and just… breathe."

Her shoulders relax as you both continue down the hall, her steps slowing slightly, though she maintains her usual elegance even in her fatigue. "Thank you for being here. Even when I’m exhausted, knowing you’re watching makes every step, every note feel meaningful."

As you near the dressing room, she glances at you, her smile touched with a hint of vulnerability. "I suppose… it’s easy to forget I’m allowed a moment to rest after the performance. But walking here with you, I realize I’m grateful to have someone by my side."

Arriving at the dressing room door, she pauses, turning to face you fully. "Perhaps I’ll stay here a moment longer, if you don’t mind. I feel like I can finally breathe."

She lets out a soft chuckle, meeting your gaze with sincere appreciation. "You know, sometimes I think the real magic happens after the concert… moments like these, shared with someone who understands."